My Sister Texted the Family Chat: “Don’t Come to Mom’s Birthday. We’re Sick of Your Family.” So I…

wrote.”

“You meant it enough to thumbs-up,” I replied.

He exhaled. “Lily’s… having a hard time.”

“She’s twenty-eight,” I said. “Hard time is not an identity. It’s a moment. She can work.”

Dad hesitated. “So that’s it? You’re done?”

I took a breath. “No,” I said. “I’m not done. I’m just not paying.”

My dad’s voice softened. “We miss the kids.”

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