I never asked for everything.
I never tried to take what wasn’t mine.
I simply refused to disappear from the story.
Maybe my decision shattered the illusion of his “new beginning.”
Maybe it forced uncomfortable truths to the surface.
But fairness isn’t betrayal.
And protecting your mother’s legacy isn’t jealousy.
So tell me—
Was I wrong for standing up for what belonged to me?
Or was I just the only one in the room unwilling to pretend?