I nodded silently though a thousand replies screamed in my head. My personal space had been violated long ago.

This apartment was my property, and I was still paying the mortgage on it. I had let them move in after Phillip was laid off because I thought it would be temporary.

I thought it would be a year at most until they got back on their feet. Three years had passed.

I poured myself more tea and walked to the window. From the eighth floor, I had a sweeping view of the city and the distant hills.

Phillip mentioned that he and Melinda were going to a birthday party tonight. He asked if I would stay with the kids, but it was really a statement.

They never asked if it was convenient. They simply presented me with a finished decision.

I turned to him with a manufactured smile and said I had a new book I wanted to read in peace. Melinda pulled a yogurt from the fridge and said that was great.

She then mentioned that she noticed I used her French shampoo again. She asked me not to touch it because it was expensive and she bought it specifically for her hair.

I had not touched her shampoo because I had my own regular supermarket brand. But there was no point in arguing with her.

I apologized and said I would not do it again. She accepted my apology like a queen receiving tribute and sat down beside Phillip.

They began discussing their evening plans as if I were no longer in the room. I finished my tea and placed the cup in the dishwasher before retreating to the sanctuary of my bedroom.

Passing Jace’s slightly ajar door, I heard soft music. He had returned to his room right after breakfast.

My grandson was absorbed in a game with his thin shoulders tense. I asked if he would like to go for a walk today because the weather was lovely.

He turned and pulled off one headphone for a moment. He said he could not because of an online tournament.

I told him I understood and made one last attempt at a smile. He nodded and slipped the headphones back on.

We used to walk all the time. I would show him plants and tell him stories from my nurse days.

But over the last year, he had retreated into the virtual world. He chose that over the constant tension in our apartment.

I did not blame him. Back in my room, I pulled an old photo album from my nightstand.

I looked at the photos of our wedding with George and Phillip’s birth. I saw his first steps, his school days, and his graduation.

There was a photo of him introducing us to Melinda when they were young and happy. Then there were Skyler’s baby photos and Jace’s.

The last pictures with George showed him gray haired but still vibrant. Who could have known a heart attack would take him so suddenly?

After his death, I held on. I worked in the emergency service for two more years before retiring.

A few months later, Phillip lost his job as an engineer. He called me right away.

He asked if they could stay with me for a year at most while they got back on their feet. Of course I agreed because I could not refuse my only son.

They sold their house to pay off debts, which were mostly gambling debts. Phillip had a problem with sports betting.

He moved in and got a job as an operator at an auto parts factory. It was a big step down in pay.

Melinda stayed at the laundromat. They barely made ends meet, just enough for necessities and the children’s education.

I never asked them for rent and only asked for their share of the utilities. But gradually and insidiously, everything changed.

Melinda started ordering me around in my own kitchen and rearranging the furniture. She criticized my habits while Phillip stayed silent.

At first, I tried gently asserting my boundaries, but every time it ended in a cold war. So I began giving in on small things and then bigger things.

I hid the album as Skyler knocked. She had returned earlier than expected.

She slipped inside and closed the door behind her. She scanned the room to make sure we were alone and sat beside me on the bed.

She said she wanted to apologize for her mother and for what she said about the shampoo. I told her not to worry about it.

But she insisted that it was not okay. Anger flashed in her eyes as she said this was my house.

She said her mother acts like I am a guest taking advantage of her hospitality. I finished her sentence gently.

Skyler nodded and bit her lip. She said she talked to her dad, but he just brushes it off.

He says everything is fine and that I like taking care of them. I sighed because Phillip was a master of self deception.

I took her hand and said that sometimes it is easier for people to ignore problems. Her dad is a good man but he is afraid of conflict.

She looked me straight in the eye. She asked why I let them treat me like that when it is my apartment.

I shook my head and asked if I should throw them all out. I said they were my family and all I had left.

Skyler hugged me and pressed her cheek against my shoulder. She unexpectedly mentioned that she had been writing down my stories about the ambulance service.

She talked about the difficult calls and the lives I saved. She said I was so brave and asked what happened to that woman.

I did not know how to answer. I wondered where the woman went who rushed into burning buildings without hesitation.

I missed the woman who made life or death decisions in seconds. I missed the woman who was not afraid to put arrogant doctors in their place.