Apparently, boundary violations could be extremely organized.
My mother-in-law stood inside our bedroom folding Harold’s shirts.
“What did you do?” I asked.
She didn’t turn around.
“You two keep closing yourselves in here like teenagers. It’s ridiculous.”
“What did you do?”
“You took our door off?”
Now she looked at me.
“My son has nothing to hide from me.”
For several seconds, I genuinely couldn’t think of a response.
“This is my bedroom too.”
“And this is my son’s house.”
“You took our door off?”
Actually, Harold and I had bought the house together.
Both names were on the mortgage.
Both names were on the deed.
And both names received junk mail addressed to people who had apparently lived there in 2004.
Both names were on the deed.
But arguing property records with a woman who had just removed a bedroom door felt like starting three miles behind the actual problem.
