evening watching an old movie under a blanket.
I didn’t cry.
Two months later, the financial effect of my boundaries was impossible to miss.
Five hundred dollars a month stayed in my account.
So did money I once spent on extra groceries, unnecessary gifts, last-minute school expenses, and countless small purchases Rachel assumed I’d cover because I always had.
For the first time in years, I looked at my retirement savings and imagined spending some on myself without guilt.
So I called a contractor.
One sunny Tuesday, David stopped by
