She Sat Me by the Kitchen at My Son’s Wedding — So I Burned It All Down With One Phone Call

liquor flowing for another four hours.

My finger hovered over the first number.

I thought about all the times I’d swallowed my pride, bitten my tongue, stayed silent to keep the peace.

All the times I’d been told I was too sensitive, too emotional, too demanding.

All the times I’d made myself smaller so someone else could shine brighter.

Not anymore.

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