After Dad passed away, leaving Mom alone, I suggested she move in with us. My spouse, initially against the idea, eventually agreed under one condition: my grieving mother would have to pay rent.
“Your mother is a leech,” my husband declared, “After she moves in with us, she won’t go.” He insisted that she should contribute since she would be using our resources. “This residence is not a hotel, and she has to know that!”
Feeling my blood boil, I realized my husband believed he was managing a hotel. We both own the house equally, yet he imposed rules as if we were running an Airbnb. Despite his unreasonable stance, he isn’t a bad person. He and my mother have just never gotten along. “Ever since I met her, your mother has detested me. She wouldn’t feel at ease living with me right now.”
Now, I’m torn between supporting my mother and maintaining harmony with my husband. I ask you, dear reader: Should I rent my mother a room or my husband’s empathy?
