My Daughter-in-Law Is Trying to Teach Me Lessons? In My Own House That I Paid For? I Told My Son.

“Is everything okay, Mrs. Miller?”

“Yes, I just want to have everything in order.”

A lie; nothing was okay, but I could not tell a stranger that. Then I went to the notary.

I asked the notary to draft a document certifying that I was mentally and physically capable, that no one was pressuring me, that all my decisions were mine.

“Ma’am, this is very unusual,”

The notary told me.

“Is there a problem?”

“I just want to protect myself. I want it to be clear that no one can make decisions for me without my consent.”

She nodded. She did not ask any more questions.

She made the document; I signed it. She stamped it; she gave me three copies.

I went back home with all those papers. I put them together with the ones Benjamin had given me.

Now I had a complete file. Evidence, documents, truths.

At 6:00 in the evening, I started getting ready. I put on a simple but elegant dress, wine-colored.