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My parents gave the entire wedding fund to my sister. ‘She deserves it,’ my father said proudly, expecting a smile of agreement from me. I looked at my fiancé, and he said, ‘They have three days to fix this mistake.’
At Thanksgiving dinner, my father proudly announced he was finalizing the sale of the family business and that I wouldn’t get anything. My siblings cheered as if they had finally won. I smiled. ‘Dad,’ I asked calmly, ‘Who’s buying it?’ He proudly declared, ‘Everest Capital. It’s a multi-million dollar deal.’ I took a slow sip of wine and said, ‘Dad I am …’ The room fell silent.
When my husband saw me walk into family court alone and realized I was defending myself, he laughed so hard everyone could hear and joked that I was too poor to hire a ‘real’ lawyer. But when I stood up and said my first sentence, the judge leaned forward, the room fell silent, and my husband’s smile vanished.
My father called me his greatest blessing and then forgot to end the call. I heard the truth: ‘She’s nothing but a burden.’ I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I quietly changed things while they enjoyed the European trip I sponsored. When they came home with smiles on their faces and expecting a driver, the keys wouldn’t open. The house was empty. The only thing left was a note. It’s ironic that a ‘burden’ could do that.
Every Christmas, my family would tell me, ‘There’s no room for you and the kids anymore,’ while posting pictures of their cramped living room online, and I pretended it was okay until one night, I heard my son whisper, ‘Aren’t we a family?’ So I wiped away my tears, quietly changed the gift list, and the following Christmas, my children weren’t outside.