I didn’t yell. I just left.
A week later, I told Aarav I wanted to buy them out—every cent. He was shocked, but when he finally confronted his parents, he didn’t fold. For the first time, he chose us.
We sold the car, picked up extra jobs, lived cheaply, and slowly repaid them. When the final transfer cleared, we changed the locks without announcement. The quiet that followed felt like oxygen.
In time, boundaries were set and respected. Our home is simpler now—not perfect, but finally ours.