Their father called, furious. I didn’t hold back. I told him maybe if he’d taught his sons some respect, they wouldn’t be in this mess. He hung up. Later, one of the boys texted my son, calling me “insane.” But I wasn’t. I was just the first adult in their lives who didn’t let them walk all over her. Sometimes a little discomfort is exactly what entitlement needs.
That night, Adrian and I shared a quiet dinner, just the two of us. No complaints, no eye-rolls—just laughter and peace. Watching him smile, I knew I had done the right thing. Sometimes, standing your ground isn’t just about discipline—it’s about protecting the values that truly matter. And in the silence they left behind, our home felt more whole than ever.
