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Part 1: Choosing Love When Approval Comes at a Price

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And so I walked away.

Anna and I married quietly in a backyard filled with string lights and genuine laughter. We moved into a modest rental with stubborn drawers and a lemon tree in the yard. Aaron painted his bedroom green and pressed his hands into the walls, leaving marks we never erased.

Our life wasn’t impressive by my mother’s standards. But it was full.

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One evening, years later, my phone rang. My mother’s name lit up the screen.

“So this is the life you chose,” she said, as if no time had passed.

“It is,” I replied.

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