I Went To A Sunday Lunch, But My Daughter Told Me: “I Need Some Space Right Now. Please Leave For Today.” I Replied: “Remember This Date Well. Today Changes What Comes Next For Us.” Ten Days Later, She CALLED ME WITH A SHAKING VOICE…

That way, we avoid future problems.”

Future problems. They talked about my death as if it were something they were eagerly awaiting, as if they were already counting the days. I told them I already had a lawyer, that my papers were in order, but that just annoyed them more.

They didn’t want me to have control over anything. They wanted me to depend completely on them, to hand over everything without questions. Chris insisted with arguments about taxes and inheritance, and Melissa tensed up when I refused to give them details.

The tension grew when Marina accidentally spilled a little orange juice on the tablecloth. It was a tiny thing—something kids do—but Melissa exploded as if the world were ending. She yelled at the little girl with a cruelty that broke my soul.

And when I defended my granddaughter, when I said it wasn’t a big deal, Melissa directed all her fury at me. “You always defend her. You always contradict me in front of my daughter.

It seems like you only come here to cause me problems.”

Her screams filled the whole house. Marina started to cry, and Chris kept eating as if nothing was happening, like the silent man he had always been. I stood up to comfort Marina, but Melissa stopped me.

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