Just healing and peace, the kind you don’t find by staying quiet. The kind you fight for. The kind that comes when you finally stop being afraid to say: you don’t get to hurt me. Not anymore.
My daughter-in-law put her hands on me—and I walked away hurt. Hours later, my son texted, “Stay away from us.” I replied, “Okay”… and meant it.
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