Oh, the pleasures of family dynamics; those complex networks of affection, animosity, and, it seems, rent. What if I told you a small story from the front lines of my own soap opera to start things off?
Imagine this: Dad recently passed away and went to the great beyond, leaving Mom sad and alone. So, of course, I propose that she move in with us, partly out of compassion and partly out of sheer guilt. You know, to socialize with the grandchildren and take in the warmth of family.
Now enter my spouse, who has obviously been attending the “How to Be a Loving Family Man” course. His initial response was a firm no, but after some deft haggling on my part, he reluctantly agreed—but only under one condition. The worst part, get ready: my distraught mother would have to pay the rent.
You did really read correctly. Pay rent. in a home that we currently own and are not renting. Start the crying or laughing. His logic? He replied, grinning in a way that I can only characterize as evil, “Your mother is a leech.” “After she moves in with us, she won’t go.”
His reasoning continued, a train on the loose about to crash down a precipice. She simply doesn’t make sense to utilize anything for free when she will consume our food and electricity. This residence is not a hotel, and she has to know that!
With my blood boiling, I knew something was wrong. The reason for this issue is that I wedded a man who seemed to believe he was the Ritz-Carlton’s management. How daring! Here we are, with equal rights to the house, having both contributed to its acquisition, and he’s enacting capitalist regulations as if we were operating a profit-making Airbnb.
The worst part is that my spouse isn’t a horrible person. Really, no. He and my mother have simply disagreed from the beginning. He told me the truth about how he really felt the night he turned into Mr. Rent Collector. “Ever since I met her, your mother has detested me. She wouldn’t feel at ease living with me right now.
I am therefore torn between my mother, who is in great need of her daughter’s support, and my husband, whom I really love despite his imperfections. I ask you, dear reader, the million-dollar question: What should I do? In true dramatic manner. Shall I rent my mother a room or my husband’s empathy?
When a simple note can save a life. More details/photos:
It’s a good idea to frequently check under and around your car in this part of the country to make sure that animals hasn’t established a home there. A kind-hearted woman decided to step in when she noticed a newborn deer sleeping under someone else’s car tire.
This image on Facebook went viral after a woman published it to alert the driver of the car of a newborn deer that was sleeping under a tire.
The answers were sincere and sometimes funny. Joshua The most well-liked comment to date is this one from Kevin Nye:
It’s obvious that the woman was ancient, but how? Why didn’t she just send you a message if you saw her, rather than alerting you to the presence of a blasted deer beneath the tire? I need some clarification!
A different comedian hoped the driver knew how to read and write. I guess you can’t always infer that from the way certain drivers operate their vehicles.
Among the more compassionate people who appreciated this woman’s action was Cyntha Atkinson:
I appreciate you leaving the note, sweet woman.
I’m grateful, Cyntha. One must respect the courage of people who decide to change things instead of continuing with their life as normal.
Would you have tried to entice the deer to come out from under the automobile, left a note, or carried on with your life?
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