Forced to Eat My Birthday Dinner Alone in the Kitchen of My Own House

I never thought I'd celebrate my 60th birthday alone—especially not in the kitchen of a house I paid for, while my son and his wife laughed with their guests in the next room. Apparently, I was too much of a disruption to be part of their evening. That night, something in me shifted. They thought I’d always be quiet, always give, always forgive. But they forgot one thing: I still owned the house. Let’s just say… they didn’t see the eviction notice coming.