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She called me ungrateful. She reminded everyone of things she had given me over the years. She said I was making something private into a public spectacle.
“This house was not given to me,” I said, when the voices settled. “I inherited part of it from my father. I paid for the rest myself, before this marriage began. Being someone’s wife does not transfer ownership of property that was never part of any shared agreement. And having access to someone’s home because they trusted you does not make that home yours.”
The silence after that was different from the ones before.
Sergio spoke one more time, his voice quieter than I had heard it in years.
“Can I at least come in and get some of my things?”
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