My family’s feud with the neighbors had lasted for decades, filled with constant arguments and petty battles. I thought I’d left it all behind, but coming home for Christmas brought the chaos back. Then I saw him again—the man I wasn’t supposed to care about—and everything became even more complicated.
I couldn’t remember how it started or what caused the very first fight, but the Rogers family had been the main enemy of my family ever since we moved into this house 20 years ago.
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It felt like every day brought a new reason for conflict—whether it was the placement of the fence, an offhand comment, or even the weather.
At first, it was just my dad and Mr. Rogers bickering, their raised voices carrying across the yard.
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My mom, ever the optimist, tried baking pies for Mrs. Rogers or complimenting her garden.
But the day Mrs. Rogers accidentally trampled my mom’s beloved roses, all attempts at peace were over.
For me, though, it was different. I had Mike. He was my age, and despite the feud, we became secret friends. We knew the truth would only cause trouble.
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Everything changed one day when we were both 14. I came home and froze as I saw my parents, red-faced and shouting in the living room.
“How could you be friends with that boy?!” my dad yelled, slamming his hand on the table.
“After everything that family has done to us?!” my mom added, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
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“What? I don’t understand…” I said, my voice shaking.
“Don’t play innocent with us!” my dad snapped. “We caught that boy climbing the tree to your window. He said he wanted to surprise you for your birthday!”
I stared at them, stunned. “I didn’t—” The words caught in my throat.
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“You will not see him again,” my mom said firmly, pointing toward my room.
“But why?!” I shouted, my chest tightening. “Why can’t I be friends with Mike just because you can’t stand the Rogers?!”
“That family has caused us enough trouble!” my dad bellowed.
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“Mike hasn’t done anything wrong!” I shot back. “And don’t act like you’re saints. You’ve done awful things to them too!”
“Go to your room!” my dad roared. “You’re grounded! No more Mike—ever!”
Furious, I ran to my room and slammed the door so hard the walls seemed to shake. Every few minutes, I glanced out the window, hoping to see Mike.
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When his light finally came on, I felt a flicker of hope, but then he pulled his curtains shut without even looking my way. My chest ached as I cried until I couldn’t anymore.
At school the next day, I tried to talk to him, but he turned away like I wasn’t even there.
Soon, his friends started spreading cruel rumors. I knew Mike could stop it if he wanted, but he didn’t say a word.
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The lies grew worse, and I couldn’t take it anymore. When my parents saw how much it hurt me, they decided I needed to switch schools.
Many years have passed since then. I was almost 30 now, far from that 14-year-old girl, but some wounds lingered.
The sting of those childhood memories wasn’t as sharp, but they hadn’t completely faded either.
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Sometimes I wondered why I still cared at all, especially since no one else seemed to have changed.
When I came home for Christmas, the first sight that greeted me was my dad and Mr. Rogers standing outside, yelling at each other.
“Your decorations aren’t even a meter tall!” Mr. Rogers yelled, pointing at our yard.
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“Well, your lights couldn’t even light up a closet!” my dad shot back, crossing his arms.
“Hi, Dad,” I said, dragging my suitcase past them, but he didn’t even glance my way.
“Of course, Mr. Rogers is more important than your daughter, who you haven’t seen in six months,” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes.
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Inside, I found my mom peering out the kitchen window.
“Hi, Mom,” I said, setting my bag down.
“Oh, Alice, come look!” she said, waving me over with urgency. “I think that woman stole my pie recipe!”
I stepped up to the window, confused. “What are you talking about?”
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“Look at her! She’s using the same spices as me!” Mom declared, pointing at Mrs. Rogers.
“How can you even see that from here?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I know it!” she insisted, shaking her head.
“This is ridiculous,” I said, turning to leave for my old room.
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Everything in my room was exactly as I had left it. The posters still hung on the walls, and my old books sat neatly on the shelves.
I wandered to the window, glancing outside. Across the yard, a light shone in Mike’s room, catching my attention.
My heart skipped as he appeared in the window. I hadn’t seen him in many years.
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Mom said he went abroad to study and then stayed there. He looked so different—no longer the boy I once knew, but a man, confident and undeniably handsome.
I raised my hand, giving him a small wave. For a second, I thought he might wave back.
Instead, he pulled his curtains closed, shutting me out completely. My chest tightened, anger bubbling up.
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How could he? We had been friends once, yet he ignored me now like I didn’t exist.
That evening, after my parents finally stopped bickering with the Rogers, we ate dinner in tense silence.
The next morning, Mom handed me a shopping list. “We need this for Christmas dinner,” she said.
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After I finished shopping and walked to the parking lot, I stopped short. There he was—Mike.
“Hey,” I said, stepping toward him. Mike glanced at me but kept walking, ignoring me completely.
“Seriously?” I snapped. “I should be the one ignoring you after everything you did to me!”
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Mike froze, then turned to face me, his eyes blazing. “After everything I did?” he shouted.
“Oh, so you can talk?” I yelled back. “Yes, after what you did! You ignored me, let your friends spread lies about me, and then you just disappeared abroad without a word!”
“Are you kidding me? Don’t pretend you don’t know,” Mike said, his voice rising. “You lied to your parents and told them I was stealing from you! I got grounded for a month because of that! And I liked you, Alice—I was in love with you!”
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“What are you even talking about?” I shouted, throwing up my hands. “I defended you! I got grounded for standing up for you! Where did you get that crazy idea?”
“My dad told me,” Mike said, his tone harsh but uncertain now.
“Your dad, the same guy who hates my family?” I asked, shaking my head. “And you believed him?”
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Mike looked down, his shoulders tense. “I felt betrayed,” he admitted. “And he said he wouldn’t pay for college if I kept seeing you.”
“They threatened me too,” I said, my voice softer now, “but I still tried. You acted like I didn’t exist. And now, almost 30 years old, you’re still holding onto this?”
Mike sighed, his voice low. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have believed him. I was a jerk.”
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“Better late than never,” I said with a faint smile. “Want to grab a bite to eat?”
“I’d love to,” Mike replied, his face relaxing into a small smile.
As we walked toward a nearby café, I teased, “So, you were in love with me?”
“Shut up,” he said, grinning.
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The days before Christmas passed quickly as Mike and I spent every moment we could together.
It felt like being kids again, sneaking around to avoid our parents, sharing stories, and laughing at memories we thought we had forgotten. We talked about everything, making up for lost time.
One evening, just before Christmas, Mike grinned at me. “Let’s climb the tree, like old times,” he said. I couldn’t resist.
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“Hope there’s mistletoe up there,” Mike said, grinning as he climbed the tree.
I laughed, glancing up at him. “Still in love with me?” I teased, keeping my voice light.
Mike stopped climbing for a moment and looked down at me. “All over again,” he said, his voice serious. I felt my cheeks flush and looked away, trying to focus on the next branch.
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We climbed higher, but suddenly, I heard a crack. “Mike, wait—” I started, but it was too late.
The branch beneath his foot snapped, and he fell straight onto me. We hit the ground with a thud, tangled together in a heap.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice breathless.
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I nodded, then burst out laughing. “You’ve gained weight,” I said, looking at him with mock judgment.
“I’m light as a feather,” he shot back, holding my gaze.
We both stopped laughing, the air between us changing. His face was so close I could see every detail.
Slowly, he leaned in and kissed me. I smiled against his lips, my heart pounding.
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“What on earth is going on?!” my dad’s voice roared from behind us.
“This is outrageous!” Mrs. Rogers shrieked.
We scrambled to our feet, turning to see our parents glaring at each other.
“How dare you touch my daughter?!” my mom shouted, stepping forward.
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The yelling grew louder, insults flying back and forth. Mike and I exchanged a look of pure frustration.
“Enough!” Mike yelled, his voice cutting through the chaos. “I’m sick of your fights! You’re adults, but you act like children! Alice and I aren’t teenagers anymore, and I won’t let you interfere in our lives!”
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me toward his car.
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“Where are you going?!” Mrs. Rogers shouted.
“If you can’t behave, we’ll spend Christmas Eve at a hotel!” Mike called. “Anywhere is better than here!”
We checked into the only hotel in town. It was small, with an artificial fireplace in the room. We sat by it, letting the silence settle around us.
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“I didn’t expect that speech from you,” I said, glancing at Mike.
He looked at the flames. “I’ve had enough of their fights. It was one of the reasons I moved abroad. I thought I could escape it all. But leaving meant losing you, and I won’t let that happen again.”
His words made me smile. I leaned in and kissed him softly, but a knock at the door interrupted us.
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Mike stood up to open it, and to our shock, all four parents were there.
“We’re sorry,” my dad said, looking awkward.
“We shouldn’t have reacted that way,” Mr. Rogers added.
“You’re adults, and we can’t tell you what to do,” Mrs. Rogers admitted.
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“Now get your butts back home for Christmas Eve dinner,” my mom said firmly.
“You won’t fight?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“We’ll manage for one evening,” my mom promised.
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“If we’re dating, it’ll be more than one evening,” Mike said, squeezing my hand.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” my dad muttered.
We laughed, left the hotel, and returned home. Dinner still had its moments of tension, but it felt like progress.
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My Boyfriend Dumped Me for My Mom and Thought He Would Get Away With It, but He Had No Idea What Was Coming — Story of the Day
When my boyfriend dumped me for the one person I trusted most—my own mother—I thought the pain would break me. He believed he could betray me and walk away without facing the consequences. But what he didn’t know was that I had no intention of letting him get away with it.
They say no relationship is perfect, and for a long time, I believed that about Travis and me. Sure, we argued sometimes.
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Travis could be distant, dismissive, and had a bad habit of making everything about himself. But we had love, or at least I thought we did.
He used to bring me coffee in bed—just how I liked it, with a splash of oat milk and two sugars.
He’d leave little sticky notes on the fridge that said things like “You got this” or “Smile, today’s yours.”
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And sometimes, when we lay in bed, he’d play songs on his phone and whisper, “This one reminds me of you.”
I told myself that love wasn’t about perfection, but about holding on through imperfections.
We’d been living together for almost a year. I honestly believed we were building something strong, something real.
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My mother, Linda, came over often. She always said she just wanted to help.
She’d bring homemade chicken soup, fold our laundry when I hadn’t gotten around to it, and offer advice about things I never asked for—like how to decorate the living room or cook rice without it sticking.
I appreciated it, really. At least, I used to. I even felt lucky to have a mom who cared enough to be around.
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Until that one awful afternoon. I left work early. My head was pounding, and all I wanted was to lie down in the quiet and rest before making dinner.
But as soon as I stepped inside, I heard soft music playing in the living room, and voices—low, familiar voices.
I thought maybe Travis was watching TV. Then I walked in and saw him. Travis was kissing my mother. His hands rested on her waist. She was smiling. And my world broke in half.
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“What the hell is going on?!” I shouted. My voice cracked. I had never heard myself that loud. My chest was tight. My hands were shaking.
Travis sighed. He looked annoyed. Not guilty. Not sorry. “Rachel, I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
He didn’t move. He didn’t even step back. He just stood there like this wasn’t a big deal.
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Linda crossed her arms. She tilted her head like I was a child throwing a fit. “You always make everything a crisis,” she said. “We were going to tell you.”
My mouth dropped open. I felt heat rise to my face. “You were going to what, exactly? Sit me down like it’s some family meeting and say, ‘Surprise, we’re a couple now’? You’re my mother!”
I stepped toward them. My voice shook. “How could you do this to me?”
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Linda didn’t flinch. Her voice stayed cold. “Travis deserves someone who listens to him. Someone who isn’t constantly exhausted or nagging. Maybe if you had been more of a woman, this wouldn’t have happened.”
I stared at her. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Travis spoke next. “You haven’t exactly been easy to live with, Rachel. You shut down every time we had a real conversation. Linda gets me.”
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It felt like a punch to the gut. I looked at him like he was a stranger. I grabbed his coat from the chair and threw it at him. “Get out. Both of you.”
They didn’t argue. They walked past me like I was nothing. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. I just stood there, frozen, in the middle of the room, surrounded by silence.
The nausea started two days later. At first, I blamed it on the stress, the shock, the pain that came from watching my own mother walk away with the man I loved.
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My stomach had been in knots since that afternoon, so throwing up didn’t seem strange.
But when I got sick for the third time that morning, something inside me whispered that this was more than just heartbreak.
I drove to the pharmacy in silence. My hands were cold on the steering wheel.
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I bought two pregnancy tests and took them as soon as I got home. Both showed two lines.
I stared at them, hoping I was wrong. I went back and bought four more. It felt silly, but I needed to be sure.
Back home, I sat on the cold bathroom floor, surrounded by six tests. All of them said the same thing.
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I was pregnant. With Travis’s child. The same man who kissed my mother. The same man who left me like I meant nothing.
I waited three more days before I called him. I stared at my phone for a long time. My hands felt heavy. My heart beat fast. When he picked up, I didn’t waste time.
“I’m pregnant,” I said.
There was silence on the other end. Then he finally spoke. “Are you sure?”
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“Six tests,” I said. “They all say the same thing.”
He didn’t say much after that. Just told me he was coming over. I didn’t tell him not to.
That evening, he showed up at my door. He held a small paper bag. His face looked tired. He had that same blank expression he wore the year he forgot my birthday.
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“I brought some stuff,” he said. He put the bag on the counter. “Crackers, ginger tea. I looked up what helps.”
I didn’t move. I crossed my arms. “You think snacks fix betrayal?”
He looked at me like I was being unfair. “I’m trying to be involved. You always say I don’t show up. Well, I’m here now.”
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I stared at him. “You’re here because you got caught.”
Over the next week, Travis kept showing up like nothing had happened. He asked if I had called the doctor yet.
He wanted to know if I liked the name Ella for a girl or Jacob for a boy. He talked about baby clothes and cribs like we were a normal couple.
Sometimes he asked how I was feeling or if I needed anything. Other times, he just sat on the couch and talked about his job like old times.
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I didn’t understand what he was doing or why he was trying. But I didn’t stop him. I still needed time.
Then one evening, my phone rang. I saw her name on the screen, and for a moment I just stared at it. Something inside me already knew this call would hurt. Still, I answered.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Linda said. Her voice was light and sweet, but I could hear the sharp edge underneath. “Just wanted to let you know—I’m pregnant too.”
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I froze. I held the phone against my ear, but I couldn’t speak. I felt like the air had been knocked out of me.
“You heard me,” she said again. “And in case you’re wondering, yes, I planned it. I knew you’d try to pull him back with your little surprise. So I made sure he’d stay with me.”
I didn’t reply. I didn’t ask anything. I ended the call and set the phone down slowly. My fingers were stiff, and my whole body felt cold.
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That night, Travis walked in like he always did. He didn’t even knock. He sat on the edge of the couch and looked at me, like he wasn’t sure what version of me he’d get.
“Did she tell you?” he asked, his voice low.
“Did you think she wouldn’t?” I asked back. My voice came out steady, though I felt like screaming.
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Travis let out a breath and rubbed his hands together. “I don’t know what to do. I didn’t sign up for two kids. I’m barely managing my own life.”
I looked him straight in the eye. “Then maybe you should have thought about that before sleeping with two women in the same family.”
He shook his head. “I’m just saying… maybe this doesn’t have to be so complicated. You have options.”
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“You think I should make this easier for you by getting rid of my baby?”
“I’m just saying it might be for the best. You’re not in a good place right now. You’re overwhelmed.”
I walked to the door and pulled it open. “Get out. Now.”
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“Rachel, don’t be like this. We can figure something out.”
“I said get out!” I shouted. “And if you ever tell me what to do with my body again, I swear to God—”
Travis left, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to shake. I stood frozen, my hands trembling at my sides.
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Then the tears came. Not slow or soft, but hard and sharp. My knees gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor.
The sobs tore through me, loud and painful. I couldn’t catch my breath. I pressed my face to the floor, trying to stop shaking, but I couldn’t.
I cried for everything—the man I thought loved me, the baby I hadn’t planned for, and the mother who had turned into a stranger.
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When the sun came up, I felt different. Not better. Just colder. Something inside me had shut off.
The girl who hoped, who trusted, was gone. I wasn’t going to beg Travis to stay. I wasn’t going to call Linda and ask why.
I was going to raise this baby alone. They had made their choice. Now it was my turn.
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I sat at the kitchen table and wrote a letter. I didn’t read it over. I folded it, grabbed my keys, and drove to Linda’s house. My plan was simple—leave the letter and walk away.
But when I opened the door, Travis was there, dragging a suitcase down the hall.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sharp as I stepped into the hallway. My heart was already pounding. I could see his suitcase halfway zipped.
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Travis flinched. He didn’t turn to face me right away. “I was just getting some stuff,” he mumbled.
I didn’t stop. I walked straight past him and pulled the suitcase open. Right on top were two plane tickets. I grabbed them and held them up.
“Plane tickets?” I said. “You’re running away.”
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Travis rubbed his face. He looked tired. “I can’t deal with this anymore. Linda’s been insane since she found out. She won’t stop talking about the baby. She’s always watching me. She keeps asking about names, nursery colors, everything. I feel trapped.”
“You weren’t going to tell her, were you?” I asked. “You were just going to leave without a word.”
He looked down. “I was going to send a message once I got out. I didn’t plan for any of this. You both made it messy.”
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I stared at him, feeling my stomach twist. “You cheated. You lied. You played with people’s lives. And now you’re blaming us?”
Travis shook his head. “You’re both impossible. I’m tired of being the bad guy all the time.”
“You are the bad guy,” I said. My voice was low, but it didn’t shake. “You made this mess, and now you want to run from it.”
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His eyes narrowed. “You act like you’re better than me. You’ve treated me like trash since all this started.”
“You humiliated me. You broke everything. And now you’re doing it to her too. You think that makes you a victim?”
He raised his voice. “Maybe I’m not cut out to be a dad. Maybe I never was.”
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Without saying anything, I ripped the tickets in half. I threw the pieces on the floor. I stood still for a moment, breathing through the rage, then pulled out my phone.
“Linda,” I said when she answered. “Your perfect man is standing here with a suitcase and a ticket out of your life. Thought you should know.” I hung up before she could respond.
Travis stared at me. “What the hell was that?”
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“Consequences,” I said. “You’ll hear from my lawyer. You’re paying for both children. Whether you like it or not.”
I walked past him without looking back. I left the torn-up letter on the table where he could see it and know I had meant to be kind, but changed my mind.
I stepped outside and felt the sun hit my face. The air smelled fresh, like a new start. For the first time in weeks, I felt steady on my feet.
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As I drove home, the tight feeling in my chest began to fade. The pain was still there, but it wasn’t crushing me anymore.
I didn’t know what kind of mother I would become. I had no plan, no clear answers. But I knew one thing for sure—I would never again let someone make me feel small or unworthy.
Travis and Linda had taken so much from me. I had lost the man I loved and the woman who raised me. But I had found something stronger than both of them. I had found myself.
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