Don’t reward one child’s complacency and expect the other to carry the burden forever.
And if you’re the one like me—the giver, the fixer, the forgotten one—I hope my story gives you something:
Permission to stop.
To step away.
To say no without guilt.
Because love is not obedience.
And family is not a license to be used.
It’s respect. It’s reciprocity.
And if you’re not getting that… it’s okay to walk away.
