I grew up unloved, always second to my sisters. My father suspected I wasn’t his and left after DNA tests confirmed it. My mother’s cruelty only deepened. At 18, I escaped, built a quiet life, and demanded the truth: the name of my real father.
When I found Rick, he recognized me instantly. He hadn’t abandoned me—my mother had lied. He welcomed me, gave me a home, and a place in his family.
But when my mother and sister invaded my house uninvited, I finally said no. I threw them out, changed the locks, and cut ties. In choosing peace and truth, I chose myself. Love, I learned, isn’t something to earn—it’s something you deserve. And now, I finally have it.
