I was carrying folded laundry upstairs when I heard Renee speaking on the phone. “I honestly don’t know how much longer we can keep doing this. Margaret has practically taken over our house. Daniel needs to grow a backbone and tell her to find somewhere else.” I froze outside the bedroom. Then I heard something even worse. Renee mentioned that they were considering selling the house and buying somewhere smaller, but only after I moved out.
I waited for Daniel to disagree, but he didn’t. Instead, he said they had already discussed giving me thirty days to find another place. I quietly returned downstairs, placed the laundry on the table, and made a decision. This time, I would stop being the mother who begged to belong.
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