A year later, our holidays looked completely different. Our home was filled with friends, laughter, and people who appreciated being together instead of making demands.
My husband went to therapy and became the partner I had always hoped he would be. For the first time in years, the holidays actually felt peaceful.
Meanwhile, Juliette spent her holidays alone, still blaming me for everything that happened.
But I no longer felt guilty. Setting boundaries wasn’t cruel—it was the decision that finally gave us the life and peace we deserved
