When they came to my mom’s house visibly exhausted, I listened as Charles admitted they couldn’t manage without me. I explained calmly that it wasn’t just about the kitchen—it was about boundaries, respect, and partnership. I laid out clear conditions: the kitchen must be restored, Betty would need her own place again, and Charles had to participate equally at home. After some hesitation, he agreed, and within days the kitchen was returned to its original, comforting look.