It’s Time to Leave
My former in-laws took me out to dinner and by the end of the meal, they’d told me that I had a month to vacate the condo I’d been renting from them. They claimed that they didn’t want to be landlords anymore. There was nothing strange about the conversation except for the fact that my husband, their son, died less than three months before the conversation. When I began to cry, she asked me to stop because it made her uncomfortable.