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\u201cIt\u2019s our house,\u201d I told her.<\/p>\n
Her eyes glinted with disdain. \u201cOf course it is. But we live here too. We contribute.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martha\u2019s voice cut through. \u201cHow do you contribute?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI take care of the baby. I manage the household. Things you clearly can\u2019t handle anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Forty years of running our home, dismissed in one sneer.<\/p>\n
\u201cActually,\u201d I said calmly, \u201cit\u2019s time for you and Samuel to find your own place. Eight years is long enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
She paled. Samuel was called, and she painted me as unreasonable. But when I handed him the papers with her name on our bills and mail, his fa\u00e7ade cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would you do this, Everly?\u201d he asked quietly.<\/p>\n
Her mask slipped. \u201cBecause someone needed to be in control! We\u2019ve been here for years. At what point does sweat equity become real equity?\u201d<\/p>\n
That was it. I called a lawyer.<\/p>\n