M doesn’t ever want to have anyone come over to our house. I thought it was a bit odd. But it turns out that he is ashamed of our house. “Everyone else’s house is so white. The walls are white. The floors are white. Even the furniture is white. Although sometimes it’s not. Our house just isn’t as nice as anyone else’s house I have been in.”
I wonder if he realizes that we live in a very nice house. We have beautiful floors and new carpet and nice furniture (inherited).
And he’s ashamed of our house.