Months later, they showed up at my door.
“We’re having trouble paying the mortgage,” Dad said.
“We might have to move in with you.”
I laughed.
“You want to move in here? After throwing my stuff on the lawn and telling me to live in the basement?”
Sandra snapped,
“You’re a selfish woman who doesn’t understand what family means!”
“You’re right,” I said, holding the door open.
“I don’t understand your version of family — the kind that uses and humiliates people. Now leave.”
They left.
Three months later, the house was foreclosed.
I didn’t feel anger or sadness — just relief.
Because sometimes, walking away from the wrong people is the best way to finally find peace.
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