“Okay. I’d like for you to see it in person sometime.” I heard her whispering in the background, and I was sure she was telling my dad what I had just said.
“Well, June, we were actually calling to ask if there were any old pictures or files in the house. I need to grab them before you sell it just in case.” It was like talking to a brick wall. I could yell and scream all day what my decisions were but at the end of the day, all I would ever be to her was a child.
“Mom. I can’t keep doing this. Please understand. I am moving into this house because I love it. It reminds me of Gram, and I can’t give it up.”
She made a loud sigh and said, “Is this about Gram, or is it about that blue-collar boy you’ve been seeing?”
If I rolled my eyes any harder, they would fall right out of my head. She had little knowledge of Grant, and she was judging him based on his job title. She had never even met the guy and quickly turned her nose up at him.
“This has nothing to do with Grant. I’m finishing the house myself, and he’s not a deciding factor in any of this.”
She made a comment under her breath about property values going up. “Well, June, just remember you always have that realtor your dad and I use down there.”
She had sent me the realty company’s number at least once a week and was no longer being subtle about her wishes. I said goodbye and hung up the phone. I grabbed my paintbrush and continued the work I started.
My mind raced about what she’d said about Grant. I hadn’t even considered selling the property, regardless of their many attempts to get me to. But now that I was almost finished and it’s nearly ready do I want to live here?
I had a hard time just working here without Grant, but living here? How could I live in this space without him near me? The thoughts of sleeping here, showering here, cooking here, all of it I had pictured with Grant by my side. And now, it was just me. I had never felt alone without a roommate before. I had lived by myself for years, and this was the first time the thought of it bothered me.
I looked down at the contact my mom had previously sent to me.
Southern Magnolia Realty.
I felt sick, but I knew what needed to happen at this point.