I invited my son Arman and his wife Lianne to live in my spacious, mortgage-free home. With three kids and another on the way, Lianne was thrilled—until she decided it was “too crowded.” She offered to rent me a small flat, claiming it would ease “everyone’s stress.” When I refused to leave, Arman said I was “holding them back.” Shocked, I felt like a ghost in my own home.

I consulted a lawyer and learned I could evict them as the sole owner. Instead of cooking or babysitting, I reclaimed my space, letting tension build. They soon announced they’d secured me an apartment. I responded by giving them 30 days to move out. They pleaded, but I stood firm. After they left, the house felt empty, so I rented rooms to Yareli, a kind nurse, and her brother Adil.