Delusion, They Said 😵‍💫

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The first fight wasn't about the dishes, the money, or the rules.
It was about her speaking without permission.

Soon, every boundary she drew arrived with a question:
"Are you sure you're okay?"

Her mother-in-law called it disrespect.
Her husband suggested therapy.

By the end of the week, every objection sounded less like an opinion and more like a symptom.

She stopped correcting them.
They called that progress.

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