That night, I walked out with her—and days later, I cut off every financial tie. The house, the utilities, the luxuries—they lost it all.
Apologies came fast, but too late.
When our son was born, they showed up with gifts and fake warmth. I let them visit—but the bank was closed.
Respect isn’t optional.
It’s the price of being family.
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