She Told Me to Move Out at Christmas Dinner—Forgetting I Paid Every Bill in That House

your bosom,” I said. “Because it will bite you the moment it gets comfortable.”

I glanced one last time at their shivering silhouettes on the screen.

“You wanted me to be independent. You wanted me to move out. You wanted space.”

I pressed the button one final time.

“Well. You’ve got all the space in the world now.”

I let go.

The screen went black.

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