She insists I’m overreacting, calling it “stress,” but I can’t forget her words in the backyard: “He has no clue.”
Now I’m left questioning everything—the trust, the deception, and the reality that I may have been funding a life I wasn’t part of. I’m torn between seeking therapy and walking away. Part of me still loves her, but another part knows I’ve been paying for a life I was never invited into.
