At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

to leave.”

I stared at him.

“You asked for a divorce.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it?”

He couldn’t answer.

Eventually, he admitted the real problem.

Daniel had spent years trying to be everyone’s hero.

He couldn’t say no to Melissa.

He couldn’t set boundaries.

And he couldn’t admit how much pressure he had created for himself.

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