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Not because he loved someone else, but because he used us. Because he exposed our daughter to his obsession. Because he built a family on a lie and expected gratitude for it.
He asked what he should tell our daughter.
I walked away without shouting. Without dramatics. With clarity.
Later that night, I stood in our daughter’s doorway and watched her sleep. The world hadn’t shifted for her yet. But it would. And when it did, she would learn that love is not manipulation. That family is not a tool. That walking away from betrayal is not failure.
It is survival.
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