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It started at Jessica’s birthday party. Though honestly, I should have seen it coming months ago. You know how they say hindsight is 20/20? Well, mine turned out to be laser focused.

I’m Margaret Sullivan, but everyone calls me Maggie, 67 years old, retired elementary school teacher, and apparently the family ATM according to my own son. Three years ago when my husband Frank died, I thought my biggest worry would be loneliness. Turns out it was my own family treating me like their personal bank with a beating heart attached.

The party was at some fancy restaurant downtown. Jessica had insisted on celebrating her 42nd birthday there, despite the fact that my monthly contribution to their mortgage was what made such luxuries possible. But did anyone mention that? Of course not.