The first time Agnes called it her son’s home, I was standing in my own entryway holding a casserole dish she had just handed me.
She had walked through the front door without knocking, the way she always did, and she stood in the hallway with her coat still on, looking around at the walls Jason and I had painted and the bookshelves Jason had built and the yellow curtains our daughter Hope had chosen for the window at the top of the stairs, and she smiled with the satisfied expression of someone taking inventory of something they own.
“This is my son’s home,” she said.
I laughed, because I thought it was an odd way to phrase something. I was still in the early stage of marriage where your mother-in-law says something strange and you assume you misunderstood.
“Our home,” Jason said from behind me. He was smiling when he said it, easy and light, the correction automatic.
Agnes waved one hand. “Of course, of course.”
That was nine years ago.
I want to say I knew then what that wave of her hand meant. The dismissiveness of it, the way she absorbed the correction and released it like water off glass, back to the same surface in seconds. But I didn’t know. I was twenty-eight years old and newly married and still in the phase where I believed that problems between people, if you were patient enough and kind enough and clear enough, eventually resolved themselves.
I was wrong about that. But it took nine years to find out exactly how wrong.
Jason and I had not had much when we started out.
Our first apartment was a second-floor unit in a building where the hallway always smelled like someone else’s cooking and the bathroom door didn’t shut all the way unless you lifted the handle at a specific angle. We ate dinner on the floor for two months before we could afford a table. We argued cheerfully over paint samples we weren’t allowed to use. We stayed up late talking about the kind of home we wanted eventually, the kind of home we were going to build together, and the conversation always felt more like a promise than a plan.
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