Lily even thanked me. “Mom, you’re saving my life.” For a moment, I believed we were a family again.Family games
But two weeks later, things began to change.
I tried to adjust. I bought new clothes. I showered twice a day. I stopped eating around her because she said I “chewed too loudly.” The more I tried to please her, the worse it became.
Then one afternoon, while I was tending the roses my husband had planted years ago, I overheard her on the phone with her sister.
“I can’t stand living with her, Emma,” she said. “She’s… disgusting. Disgusting like old people are. The way she eats, breathes, moves—it makes me sick. But I need a place to stay until I get a job, so I just deal with it.”
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