“That’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it? In there, you stood in front of eighty-five people and announced that Kyle had moved into a beautiful new home without mentioning it was mine. Without mentioning I never agreed. Without mentioning you assumed my consent because you have trained me my whole life to give it.”
“I was trying to help your brother.”
“You were trying to manage me. And it worked for thirty-four years. But I need you to hear this. I am not your solution to Kyle’s problems. I am not your backup plan. I am your daughter, and I deserve to be asked.”
She was crying then.
“I don’t know how to fix this,” she whispered.
“I don’t either,” I said. “But we’re not going to figure it out tonight. I need space. At least a month. No calls. No texts. No showing up at my house. If you want a real relationship, one where you actually listen, we can talk. But not now.”
