On Mother’s Day, my grown kids told me they had chosen the restaurant and expected me to pay for all twelve of them, just like always.

I love you. I also need you to understand that things are changing. I will not be paying for family meals unless I offer. I will not be giving loans. I will not be covering emergencies that come from poor planning. I am your mother, not your bank.

She paused, then added:

Helen: When I come home, we can have dinner at my house. Potluck. Everyone brings continue reading …