My son said, “My wife, the kids, and my mother-in-law are coming to live here. They’re cramped in the apartment. There’s no point in complaining… it’s decided!” He went to get them, but when they returned… they were sh0cked by what they saw.

The silence that followed was heavy as everyone stood there trying to process my words. Randall began to scream that I was senile and that he was going to take me to court to prove I was incompetent.

“You can bring your lawyer but make sure you also bring proof that you own this house,” I shouted back. The movers refused to unload the furniture because I was the legal owner of the property and I had denied them entry.

Randall and Penelope were forced to get back into their cars with their children crying in the backseat. They left with a sense of humiliation that they had never experienced before and I watched them drive away.

I got into Beverly’s car and we drove to my new home in Oak Ridge where I spent the afternoon settling in. My new house was perfect because it was smaller and much easier for me to maintain on my own.

A few months later, Randall actually came to visit me at my new house and he actually apologized for his behavior. He admitted that he had never considered my feelings and that he was wrong to try and force his way into my home.