How My Privileged Family Turned Against Me And Now Wants My Property

Feeling the stress

Mom's persistent questions made me wonder if she really wanted more than mere small talk. Her seemingly casual inquiries acted like levers with which she was trying to loosen something and penetrate the foundation of my newfound stability. "You seem so settled now," she remarked with a hint of envy or expectation - I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I remained vigilant. It was far from just a matter of reconnecting; behind her gentle façade, her curiosity carried the weight of a greater, unfathomable purpose.

Recognizing her intentions

When I mentioned that I felt safe and stable, I couldn't help but notice how Mom's eyes lit up as if someone had turned on a light bulb. The gleam was frighteningly familiar - expectant, as if she'd found exactly what she wanted to hear. "That's great!" she said exuberantly, but I sensed that there were other motives behind it. It was far from being about me, but about something she needed, an expectation that I was not yet able to fully understand.