The House My Parents Gave Me—and What I Turned It Into

clear through various relatives that I’m selfish, ungrateful, that I’ve ruined Meredith’s life by refusing to give her what she “needed.”

Meredith found a different apartment. A nice one, I hear. Not as nice as this house, but then again, she didn’t put four hundred hours into it.

And me? I’m turning this into exactly what I want it to be. Not what my continue reading …