My Son Demanded Rent at Christmas Dinner

home,” I said.

Daniel looked smaller than he had the night before.

“Mom.”

“Go home.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

I almost answered.

I almost gave him the phone number for the credit counselor Ruth had mentioned. I almost told him to call the bank before noon and ask about hardship options. I almost started solving it again because I knew the path by heart.continue reading …