The aftermath was as expected. My mother called, her voice a mixture of surprise and indignation, demanding explanations and assurances that the money would continue to flow. Jessica followed, accusing me of abandoning them in their time of need. But for the first time, my responses were firm and unwavering. I explained that my support would be conditional on mutual respect and decency towards Sarah and our growing family.

Slowly, communication dwindled. It was a painful adjustment, but also liberating. I realized that my family’s dependency had been a shackle, stifling personal growth and understanding. By stepping back, I was offering them the chance to rediscover their own capabilities and resilience. At the same time, Sarah and I could focus on preparing for the arrival of our child, unencumbered by external negativity and drama.