I pulled my car over before answering my mother’s call. I already knew the conversation wouldn’t end well, but I wanted to stay calm.
“I don’t live there anymore,” I told her. “You’ll have to support Brian and his family yourselves.”
She immediately accused me of abandoning the family. Her anger only grew louder as she insisted everything was my responsibility.
Before hanging up, I said one final thing. “Tell Dad to open the envelope I left on the kitchen table-
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