“It’s over, Teddy. I’m done. We’re done. I can’t. I need you to go away.” “You’re done? You think you’re leaving me? You’re mine, Marie. Do ya hear me? You’re fucking mine. Think you can throw me out? Walk away from me?” “Just go! I want you gone, Teddy. Get out of our lives.” You need to go. I want you gone. Get out of our lives. She was directing the words at my father, but I didn’t feel a thing. Because her words didn’t mean shit. It was too little, too late. The damage was done. The time to stand up to him had long since passed. Whatever move she made now was out of fear for herself, not
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