When Carla’s grandson enrolled at a local college, her daughter asked if he could stay with Carla to save money. Expecting calm companionship, Carla agreed—never imagining she’d become his unpaid maid. Cooking. Cleaning. Laundry. Not once did he say thank you.
One quiet morning, Carla snapped. She packed his things, left them at the door, and gave him a week to move out. No fight. No drama.
Her daughter erupted. Carla didn’t budge.
“I raised my kids,” she said, voice steady. “I’m not doing it again.”
Love isn’t endless sacrifice. Sometimes, it’s standing your ground to protect your peace.
