Weeks passed in silence.
Then the phone rang.
“You owe us an apology,” my father snapped.
I didn’t yell.
I simply said,
“I love you. But I won’t lie for you anymore.”
And I hung up.
I cried that night—not from guilt, but from release.
It felt like breathing again after holding it in too long.
They Tried to Erase Me
Three months later, a legal envelope arrived.
They wanted me to forfeit my share of the estate.
At the kitchen table, Ellis and I read it together.
I didn’t blink.
The next morning, I mailed back a letter.
“I forgive you. Not for your sake—for mine.
Thank you for teaching me how to stand alone.
But I won’t sign away my truth.”
Life Without Apology
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