Mom Kicked Me out When I Turned 18, Now She Begs to Live with Me Instead of Moving to a Nursing Home – My Story

I thought my mother and I had a great relationship until she kicked me out of the house a few days after my 18t birthday. Things were complicated afterward, but I was honestly stunned when she came to me with an outrageous request many years later.

Growing up, my mother, Charlotte, and I were inseparable. Most of the time, people had no idea we were mother and daughter because we acted like best friends. My mother raised me on her own, and although it would’ve been nice to have a father, I never really thought I was missing anything.

She gave me all she could and worked hard for everything I had. Therefore, I decided to do the same for her one day. I wanted to become a doctor as soon as I heard they made good money.

Despite not lacking anything growing up, I saw my mom worrying about money. Some nights, I saw her going through the bills and sighing heavily.

I wished I could help, so I got a part-time gig even though I had a full schedule with many AP classes and extracurricular activities to pad my college apps. Mom told me to save all the money for college, as I might not be able to work while taking all those challenging classes, but every so often, I treated her to takeout and even a small shopping trip where we laughed and smiled.

I planned to stay home during college because I was applying to nearby universities. That would save me money, and I could ensure Mom was not alone. However, I should’ve known that things wouldn’t be so perfect.

When I was 17, my mother started dating Harry. He seemed nice enough, although I suspected he didn’t like me much. I was also not so pleased that he moved in way too quickly. But my mother seemed happy so I couldn’t fault her for that.

I had never seen her date before. I always thought she didn’t want to deal with men after my father left when I was just a baby, but I was wrong. She just didn’t have much time.

At 17, I was almost grown up and pretty independent. She didn’t have to mother me anymore. However, we still gossiped, laughed, and watched movies on the nights Harry had to work late. Things were still cool back then.

But something I never imagined happened on my 18th birthday. I had graduated and been accepted to a nearby college. I won a small scholarship that wouldn’t cover everything, so I would have to work and get some student loans to complete my degree.

That wasn’t a problem. My mother taught me the value of hard work, and I was ready to face the world with her. I was going to become a wealthy doctor, and no one could stop me except for what she did after I turned 18.

“Hey, Mom. What’s up?” I asked, sifting through papers relating...