I walked into my bedroom and found my daughter-in-law’s boyfriend there. She smirked, “This is my house now.” I stayed calm and said, “You have 30 days to leave.” That’s when she realized I wasn’t bluffing. I came home to find my daughter-in-law’s boyfriend in my bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of my bed—my bed—scrolling his phone like he belonged there. My suitcase lay open on the floor, my clothes pushed aside. When he noticed me, he didn’t even stand. “You had your time, Robert,” my daugh