His older brother approached and put a hand on his shoulder to tell him that they should go. Dominic looked at me one last time as if he expected me to give in, but I stood my ground until he left with a makeshift suitcase.
When the door closed, the house was at peace for the first time in a long time. Two months later, I started the separation process and was able to sleep peacefully and cook without feeling like a servant.
I learned that love should never be begged for and home should never feel like a debt. When someone truly loves you, they take care of you instead of trying to hold power over you.
