The words fit.
I asked you a question.
And in your hesitation, I found my answer.
There are people and things to look forward to in my other home.
I’m not your daughter.
I didn’t marry your son.
He lost me because he focused on himself. He took me out of the equation.
I started to vie for even a drop of his attention.
He started to keep things from me.
Maybe that’s how it goes in your family. But I don’t want that kind of relationship.
Don’t ever call me again or I swear my father will unleash his bottled up anger upon your family.