How I Canceled Christmas and Left Town After Hearing My Daughter Plan to Dump 8 Kids on Me: A Grandmother’s Story of Setting Boundaries
The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee that Tuesday morning, exactly one week before Christmas. I stood at the counter, watching steam rise from my mug in lazy spirals. Outside the window, Atlanta’s December sun cast pale light across our quiet suburban street. Then I heard Amanda’s voice from the living room. Not her words at…