“I spoke with an advisor. I know you can legally sell it,” Harrison blurted out. I told him I was glad he was finally taking an interest in the papers he signed.
Harrison lowered his gaze and looked like a man without a prepared speech. He told me he didn’t want it to come to this, and I told him I didn’t want my car given away either.
“It was a mistake,” Harrison said. “No. It was a habit of deciding for me,” I replied.
Harrison sat down slowly and asked what I wanted him to do. I told him I wanted him to listen without interrupting.
I explained with surgical calm how every bit of help Tiffany received came from family money without my consultation. I told him how I used my inheritance to remodel the house while he referred to it as the house he maintained.
I reminded him how he belittled my decision to be a stay at home mom and how he talked about me as if my life were worthless. Harrison didn’t deny the facts and finally admitted he had been an idiot.
I told him the house would remain for sale for now as an open reality rather than a threat. I had already received two requests to visit the property over the weekend.