Just yesterday, she snapped at my husband during dinner about how ‘delicate’ the situation was, hinting I wasn’t trustworthy.
Each interaction has been a tightening noose, a shrinking space where I can feel safe.
Now, I’m dreading an upcoming family gathering at the same rooftop where it all happened—this time for a wedding rehearsal dinner.
I know I have to face her again, and I fear the fallout.
I’ve thought about leaving, but where would I go?
And how much worse could things get if I try to stand my ground?
The question hangs heavy: am I truly safe here, or is this just the beginning?
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