Karen calls the cops because I won't give her my house.

Here's what happened.

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At the beginning of lockdowns here in Germany, my mother came to me saying I should let her

live with me in my house because wait for it, I'm your mother.

Well I let her move into the granny apartment.

It has a separate entrance and has one bedroom, one bathroom, kitchen and dining room and

living room.

When she slept in the apartment, she used the main kitchen to cook her meals but refused

to cook shared meals, used the main living room to watch TV and basically acted as if she

owned the house.

Any of my complaints, she likewise dismissed with, I'm your mother.

It all came to a head when I was working on a computer in the living room.

There was a law while the system setup was doing its thing so I went to the kitchen to

brew tea and have a snack.

During this time, my mother went into the living room to watch TV, but I had been listening

to Vivaldi's four seasons.

So she started pulling power plugs in an attempt to shut off the music.

One of the first plugs she pulled was of course the computer I'd been working on.

When I came back from the kitchen, she rejected any fault for it.

According to her, it was clearly my fault because she had to shut off the music to watch

TV.

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