emergencies while mine were simply things I was expected to handle.
No discussion.
No balance.
Only expectation.
And I had played my role perfectly.
We talk endlessly about what others do to us.
We talk less about what we repeatedly tolerate because tolerance can feel like strength.
A favor becomes an expectation.
The expectation becomes a responsibility.
Then the responsibility becomes an obligation you never agreed to.
Before you realize it, you’re no longer participating in the relationship.
You’re supporting it.
That was why taking the house felt normal to
