Macy cried the entire drive home, blaming herself for ruining the anniversary dinner.
At a red light, I looked at her and said firmly, “You never apologize for being pregnant—or for simply existing.”
Later, after she fell asleep, I went into my office and started making decisions—clear, precise ones.
I realized something important:
My financial support had created a system where my mother and sister believed they were untouchable.
By Monday morning, every automatic payment was canceled. My credit card was removed from all of Beverly’s accounts.
I stopped covering her car insurance. I contacted my broker to list the house she lived in.
Then I did the same with Sydney—cut off the housing fund and ended the subsidy on her rental.
