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.

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.

I told him that he was always welcome to visit as long as he respected my boundaries and my privacy. I finally felt like Henrietta Miller again and I was living a life that was truly my own.

THE END.