I opened the door, but only far enough to speak to them. Danika immediately demanded to know where her things were and accused me of humiliating her mother and sister. Before I could answer, Colton quietly said, “Danika, she told us no.” That sentence mattered more than anything I had done with the locks. For the first time in eight months, my son stopped pretending his wife’s behavior was something I simply had to tolerate. I told Danika’s family they would need a hotel. Then I handed Colton the written notice my solicitor had prepared ending their permission to live in my home and giving them reasonable time to collect the rest of their belongings.
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