ADVERTISEMENT
My brother and his wife settled in comfortably, contributing nothing while criticizing everything. When they announced they were starting a family, the message was clear: they weren’t leaving. Any attempt I made to set boundaries was dismissed as selfishness, and my grief was treated like an inconvenience.
I began to feel less like a daughter and more like a servant in my own home. The breaking point came not from anger, but from exhaustion. One evening, after a long day of work and study, I returned home hungry and overwhelmed, only to find that even the small comfort I had prepared for myself had been taken without permission.
Continue reading…
ADVERTISEMENT