The moment the bill hit, something in me snapped into focus. It wasn’t about money. It was about being heard—and realizing, in an instant, that I hadn’t been. I had spelled out my limits, my budget, my comfort. She smiled, ordered anyway, and assumed I would just bend like I always ha… Continues…
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