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Sometimes I’m tempted to call and say, “Forget it. I’ll come back.”
But then I remember that shining kitchen… and the words:
“Mom, you have to leave.”
And I remember something that took me too long to learn:
Setting boundaries isn’t punishment.
It’s survival with dignity.
If you were in my place… would you return to that house, or rebuild your life on your own?
Your answer might help someone today.
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