When I got home after giving birth, my mother-in-law changed the locks. My husband said, “Mom needs some peace and quiet, go live with your mother.” So, without a second thought, I kicked them all out!

The officer, a man named Miller, looked at my paperwork and then at the baby. “Relationship status doesn’t change property rights, and if the owner wants access, she gets access,” he stated.

Henrietta began to wail about how a wretched daughter-in-law was throwing a sick woman onto the street. “What did I do to deserve such a heartless girl in my old age?” she cried.

I stood my ground and insisted that every word be recorded in the official report. “I need witnesses because I don’t have the strength to fight them physically,” I said.

Jeremy punched the wall in frustration. “Who could ever live with a woman who acts like a tax auditor?” he spat.

“I act like an auditor so my son never ends up homeless because of people like you,” I retorted.

Officer Miller turned to Jeremy and informed him that he had no legal right to block the entrance. “You can gather your personal items, but you must vacate the premises if the owner demands it,” the officer said.

Henrietta immediately tried to grab the large television in the living room. “I’m taking this so it doesn’t go to waste, and my son paid for half of it anyway,” she grumbled.