My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

My labor, my savings, my credit history, my sleep, the years of my twenties that I spent under cars and over spreadsheets instead of building anything that belonged to me.

People ask why I stayed. Why I kept pouring myself into something that was obviously broken and taking everything I gave without offering anything back.

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