Conversation last night with my mother-
Me: "I'm not liking how my son is not with me, but is at the other house with h."
Mom: went on a 20 minute rant--
Went all Goodfellas about how she is going to talk to h today about all he put me through and how he better let me back in the house and get out or she's going to tell his parents all about how horrible he's been and it will kill them.

She said she can't stand to think of me 'sitting there like an old spinster alone', as well as dozens more things that drive me crazy.

When she was ranted out, I calmly said "well you sure went on a rant. I need to sleep on it and decide what I want. I don't need you to fight my battles for me."

So, waking this morning, I feel that I rather like being in this new place. It is clean and fresh, not full of memories of trauma, not in need of repair all over like my old house. I want to fix my son's room up nice here and have him move in here with me and let my h stay in the other house for the next year while our son goes to his school.