A Different Kind of Toast
A year after that disastrous birthday, we returned to the same Italian restaurant. This time, Ethan raised his glass without drama.
“To my dad,” he said, “who loves me enough to say no—and enough to stay.”
Final Thoughts
I won’t pretend everything is perfect. Real families aren’t. But we talk now. We show up. And the money is finally where it belongs—not as a prize or a weapon, but as a tool.
If this story feels familiar—whether you’re a parent, an adult child, or someone trying to untangle money from love—know this: setting boundaries isn’t abandonment. Sometimes, it’s the most honest form of care.
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