I’m Eric, and from the moment Madison and I dreamed of our own place, we faced indifference from the family we hoped would support us. My mother, Barbara, had a downtown apartment she didn’t need, but never once offered us shelter. As our finances crumbled and our hopes faded, we learned the true meaning of being alone together.
My mother-in-law, Patricia, owns two apartments. She lives in one and keeps the other vacant. Patricia views the second apartment as an investment, planning to rent it out only after she retires. I’m not sure why she’s waiting, but perhaps there’s logic to her plan that I’m missing. For now, the situation has led to unexpected tensions and a less-than-ideal living arrangement for us.
At nearly 80, Grandma is still on her feet and active, but her memory is fading. When she leaves her apartment to Owen, the responsibility of her care falls into his hands.
