My father leaned forward. “You can find someone healthy. Successful. Don’t throw your life away.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“I love him,” I said. “That didn’t change because of an accident.”
My mother’s voice turned cold. “Love won’t carry him. Love won’t pay for this. You don’t understand what this means.”
“I understand enough,” I said. “I’m staying.”
She folded her hands like the decision had already been made. “Then you do it without us.”
The words hung in the air.
“Him or us.”
My voice shook, but I didn’t hesitate.
“Him.”
Everything changed after that.
My college fund disappeared overnight. My father handed me my documents like I was a stranger.
“If you want to be an adult,” he said, “start now.”
I lasted two days in that house after that conversation.
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