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When my mother needed support after surgery, I believed asking my husband for help would be straightforward. I couldn’t have been more mistaken—and the way he proved it forced me to set a boundary I never imagined I’d need.
My name is Lauren. I’m thirty-seven, married, and at the moment, I’m the sole stable source of income in our household.
Life wasn’t easy, but we were managing. At least, that’s what I thought.
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