The door opened behind me. Ben stood there,
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looking tired, “Can I come in?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
He gestured to the pot on the stove. “That
soup smells great. Can I have some?”
“Sure,” I said. I’d made it for him, after all.
I poured him a bowl.
“Thanks,” he said. “I appreciate it.”
I walked out, and Chloe suddenly gave me a
smile.
“Sis, your soup is still amazing.”
I froze. Chloe was holding the bowl I had just
handed to Ben.
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She took another sip, “I’m so jealous you can
cook, I don’t even know how to work the
stove.”
Ryan chimed in, “Auntie Chloe, you’re a
ballerina, you don’t need to cook. Mom can.
make it for you.
Ryan had always been spoiled, always
indulged by the family.
I was the only one who held him accountable,
and he resented me for it.
Like his father, he only cared for what, or
who, he liked.
Chloe was right. Not just my husband, my
son, even my dog liked her more than me.
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That was when I decided I was done.
