Family drama isn’t always loud arguments or holiday showdowns. Sometimes, it sneaks in quietly, disguised as a dusty piece of furniture and a phone call you wish you’d ignored.
I’m Patsy, 30, part-time artist, full-time peacekeeper… until Vanessa pushed me past my limit.
One sweltering Thursday afternoon, while prepping dinner with paint still under my nails, my phone rang. Vanessa’s voice sliced through like glass:
“Patsy, I need this ugly junk out of my house. Today.”