My birthday exploded the one boundary I thought I’d nailed. One knock at the door, one unevenly frosted cake, and every old resentment I’d buried came roaring back. I pushed her away with a single sentence. No yelling. No scene. Just a quiet humiliation, neatly wrapped in politeness. Hours later, a hidden envelope slipped from the cak… Continues…
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