Then, his mother started dropping by more often, subtly criticizing my housekeeping.
A week ago, he told me that his brother was looking for a place, and maybe we should consider other options.
Three days ago, he mentioned we might stay with his mother temporarily.
Yesterday, he seemed distant and impatient, and finally, this morning, the cold ultimatum.
Now, the doorbell is ringing again.
I’m bracing myself, unsure if it’s a neighbor with complaints or someone from his family arriving unannounced.
I’m avoiding facing him directly or arguing back, but inside, the pressure is mounting.
The question looming over me is clear: how long before this forced move becomes something permanent?
The room feels smaller already, and everything feels like it’s teetering on collapse.
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