I found out my credit card was maxed out—thirty-six thousand dollars gone—right before my birthday. My dad’s response was a flat laugh, “Your family needs it more than you do.” My mom just gave a forced, bitter smile: “Go celebrate on your own.” I said, my voice as hard as a rock, “Then don’t contact me again.” They had no idea I had more than one account.

paint themselves as the victims in a tale where their only crime was loving me “too much.”

I don’t care. Because I’m not theirs to ruin anymore.

I’m mine. Fully. Finally.

Freely.

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