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Beatrice didn’t just dislike me.
She wanted me gone.
She’d decided years ago I wasn’t “good enough” for her son.
Too quiet. Too practical. Too “working class.”
So I let them believe a smaller version of my life.
I told them I typed medical notes.
Admin work.
Low salary.
Not because I was ashamed.
Because Beatrice treated money like a blood scent.
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