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I nodded, turning to face my mother. “Mom, I love you, but this has to stop. Either you accept our child or you don’t get to be part of our lives. It’s that simple.”
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Denise’s face hardened. “You’re choosing her over your own family?”
“No,” I said firmly. “I’m choosing Elena and our baby over your prejudice and suspicion.”
As I closed the door behind her, I felt a mixture of relief and sadness. I loved my family, but I couldn’t let their doubts poison our happiness any longer.
Elena and I relaxed on the couch, both emotionally drained. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, pulling her close. “I should have stood up to them sooner.”
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She leaned into me, sighing. “It’s not your fault. I understand why they’re having trouble accepting it. I just wish…”
“I know,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “Me too.”
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