Dad recently passed away, and mom feels very sad and lonely. To ease her pain, I suggested that she lives with us to be with her grandkids.
My husband refused at first but then agreed on the condition that she pays us rent. I was furious, as we own the house and pay no rent.
He smirked and declared, “Your mother is a leech. Once she moves in with us, she will never leave.”
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