After A Holiday Dinner Snub, I Chose To Walk Away

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“Where are you going?” my mother asked sharply. “We haven’t had coffee yet.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Don’t be dramatic. Sit down. You’re ruining the mood.”

“I’m not being dramatic. I’m just going.”

“If you walk out that door,” my father said, finally looking up, face reddening, “don’t expect us to come running after you.”

I looked at the man whose mortgage I’d continue reading …