After twelve years of loving, helping, driving, paying, and showing up, my stepchildren told me, “You’re not the one who raised us.” So I finally stopped being the woman they only needed when life got hard. When they asked where I went, their mother knew the truth.
I remember Lily watching us through the glass, pretending she was not listening.
I said, “One day they may decide I was nothing. If they do, I will accept their decision completely. No more payments. No more rides. No more rescue calls. No more pretending I am family when bills are due and a stranger when credit is handed out.”
