I didn’t have my own story, I was just a mom. I was the scaffolding, not the person. People blamed me for their pain, and I accepted it. Because if I wasn’t the villain, I felt powerless. But I’m not fighting their story anymore. I’m holding onto mine. And for the first time, I get to build one that’s mine alone.

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