I was furious—and heartbroken. The betrayal cut deep. But instead of falling apart, I decided to flip the script and make sure he understood exactly what he’d done. I deferred my admission, took a deep breath, and got to work on a plan.
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A week later, my dad froze when I walked into the living room carrying a packed suitcase. Calmly, I handed him a letter. In it, I told him that from that moment on, I was done being the afterthought in his “new family.” I was moving in with my aunt—someone who actually recognized my worth. Then I turned and walked out. No yelling, no tears, just silence.
