One Closet Too FarWhile taking the high-speed train home, I came across a post online.
“My brother-in-law is pushing thirty, but no wedding bells so far. Would it bother you if he came back to visit all the time?”
The comments were all over the place.
With the post blowing up, the poster started arguing with commenters.
“It’s bad enough that he doesn’t start his own family, but he took one of my yogurts. I can’t stand him.
“Geez. Does he know nothing about keeping boundaries? I’ve been dying to put him in his place.
“I converted his room into my walk-in closet. Well, that should show him for staying here.”
At that point, I stopped reading.
Since I paid for the family home back then, one room would always be reserved for me.
As I stepped off the train, my mother texted me.
“I booked you a room at the hotel, Miles.
“You might want to skip staying home this time.”