I did.
That was harder to accept than losing money.
Most of us grow up hearing that family is permanent.
You stay.
Forgive.
Work things out.
Maintain the connection.
Those ideas sound good until one person carries most of the weight.
Until connection becomes obligation.
Until love requires constant self-erasure.
For a long time, I feared walking away would prove I was the difficult one.
Cold.
Selfish.
Disloyal.
That I would be responsible for breaking the family apart.
But a relationship that works only while one person sacrifices themselves was
