When I returned home after college, I expected a fresh start—but instead walked into tension. My stepmother, Carol, had never truly welcomed me, and my father, still grieving after my mother’s passing, mostly stayed silent. What was meant to be a temporary stay quickly became uncomfortable. Every small misstep became a source of conflict.
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