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Starting Over Alone
I rented a tiny studio apartment above a laundromat. It had thin walls and unreliable air conditioning.
But it was mine. Completely mine.
I worked double shifts whenever they were available. I took online courses when I couldn’t afford full-time enrollment at the university.
First to demand I come home and hand over the money. Then to threaten me with being cut off completely.
Then finally to mock my decision to leave.