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Joe and Mary-Margaret walked inside her house right after dinner, and she knew this was to make sure she was okay and that she was minding her children. Even though she knew it wasn’t intentional, it hurt nonetheless to think everyone thought she was incapable, especially as they hadn’t respected her enough to knock. It left her feeling terribly exposed. She didn’t deserve this and resented their judgment more and more. She wasn’t incapable.
She wasn’t.
She loved her children. She loved Eric. She loved her home. So why couldn’t she love herself? Why couldn’t these people give her a break?
Joe searched every room, even her bedroom. She heard him slide open her closet, and she stood stoically, waiting as if she had nothing to hide. She silently died a little more inside while pasting a
