I’ve always prided myself on the kind of person people can count on. My husband, Michael, likes to say that my heart is my strongest muscle. It’s sweet. Corny, but sweet.
Together, we’ve built something beautiful: a relationship rooted in respect, understanding, and love.
So when his mom, Lucille, needed a place to stay, I didn’t hesitate. She’d lost her apartment, and while she wasn’t exactly easy to live with, I couldn’t say no. Family is family, right?
“You’re sure?” Michael asked, hesitation flickering across his face. “She can be… a lot.”
