I’m 37 and Single — and My Mom Lives With Me
“Baby, we’re not going home. This is our home now, OK?” After my mother explained to me, not for the first time, that we’d now live with grandma and grandpa and that daddy wasn’t coming with us, I cried the rest of the day and didn’t stop for a year. I was 4. It would be my first lesson that homes are made from the inside out.