After a family dinner, while I was cleaning up in the kitchen, my daughter-in-law leaned close and whispered, “You old witch, I only tolerate you because of my husband.” I laughed it off and replied, “Don’t worry, you won’t be seeing me anymore.” The very next day, I had the locks on the house changed and…

Melinda smiled condescendingly and said she wanted to start rearranging tomorrow. She had already ordered the furniture.

I asked if she discussed this with Phillip. She said he was all for it and that it was their chance to get back on their feet.

I said I would talk to him. Phillip came home later and I asked if he agreed to put me in a storage room.

He lowered his eyes and said it was only temporary. He said they would make it comfortable with a nice bed.

I sighed and said it was about respect. This was my house and I was still paying the mortgage.

Phillip said he was trying to provide for his family. He said the promotion was their chance to make things right.

I asked how long that would take. I asked when he would do something for himself instead of just indulging Melinda.

He fell silent. I told him to talk to Melinda.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of furniture being moved. I asked what was going on.

Melinda said they were getting ready to rearrange. Phillip avoided my gaze.

I said I had not given my consent. Melinda snapped that there was no time because she needed to start work on Monday.