I’ve always tried to be supportive, to give her space, to help without overstepping. But now it feels like I’m trapped in a version of reality she created. Am I supposed to violate my own comfort and personal boundaries just because she’s pregnant?
Am I supposed to become a servant to avoid being villainized online? I feel betrayed. Cornered.
And honestly, heartbroken. I don’t even recognize my family anymore. Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events.
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