“They Asked for the House My Boyfriend Built — I Had One Sincere Condition”

They hadn’t been part of his life for years. No phone calls, no visits. I’d watched him try — birthdays, holidays, attempts to reconnect — but they always turned away. Now, after the funeral, they stood at my door asking when I planned to hand over the keys.

I was speechless. They had walked away from him long ago. This place wasn’t just his — it was ours. But grief makes it hard to say what needs to be said. I simply told them I needed time.

That night I sat in his favorite spot — the living room — staring at our photo above the fireplace. I traced the frame, wondering what he would tell me to do. He always believed in choosing kindness, even when it hurt.

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