When Carla’s grandson started college in her city, her daughter asked if he could live with her to save money. Carla agreed, imagining quiet companionship—not full-time chores. But soon, she was cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry for a young man who never said thank you.
One day, she’d had enough. Without warning, she packed his things, left them by the door, and gave him a week to move out.
Her daughter was furious. Carla stood firm.
“I raised my kids,” she said. “I’m not doing it again.”
Sometimes love means knowing your limits—and defending your peace.
