“You’re so insecure, it’s pathetic,” she hissed. “Adam and I are just friends!”
“Friends respect boundaries,” I said, each word carefully measured. “They don’t kiss each other’s husbands or treat their baby like it’s theirs. This is my family, Emily. Start acting like it or don’t come around.”
Just like that, a toxic chapter closed.
Emily retreated. Boundaries were established. And for the first time in years, I felt truly, completely heard.
Our daughter would enter a world where her mother knew her worth, and would never again be silent.
