14/12/2024
MY SON BROUGHT HOME A WOMAN MY AGE, SAYING SHE'S NOW THE LADY OF THE HOUSE AND MOVING ME TO THE BASEMENT.
After I was widowed, I dreamed of my son, Ryan, starting a family. For months, he talked about Lydia, the girl he'd fallen for in France. I couldn't wait to meet her.
Last week, I prepared a lovely dinner. But when they arrived, I nearly fainted—Lydia was a woman MY AGE wearing a red dress and heels. Still, I was willing to accept it if they were happy. But then they said this:
Ryan: "Mom, relax. Lydia's moving in to take charge of everything."
Lydia: "You have a great basement. It'll be perfect for you now—or maybe you can stay with your single daughter. I'll need a separate office and of course, we'll take the master bedroom."
I was floored by her arrogance. I haven't died yet!!! But instead of arguing, I handed over the house without a fight. A month later, Lydia called me, furious:
Lydia: "SO THIS WAS YOUR PLAN?!" ⬇️
