He Told Me to Choose Him or My Dementia-Stricken Father—So I Did

see me as a partner.

He saw me as an accessory that should prioritize his peace above all else.

“Your house?” I asked quietly.

He folded his arms, defensive.

“I pay—” he started.

I held up my hand.

“No,” I said. “Don’t. Don’t turn this into a spreadsheet. Don’t turn love into a transaction.”

Mark scoffed.

“That’s rich,” he said. “Coming from the woman who continue reading …