PART 11 – My Grandmother’s Money Reminded Me That I Had Once Known How to Protect Something Without Feeling Guilty

I opened the drawer where I had placed the bank documents.

The photograph of my grandmother was still there.

I picked it up.

She was smiling.

I remembered how carefully she had lived.

She never wasted much.

She saved what she could.

And when she left me that small inheritance, I had felt grateful.

I had wanted to use it wisely.

Instead, I had allowed it to become another source of money for people who never seemed satisfied.

I sat with the photograph for a while.

I wasn't angry with my grandmother.

I missed her.

I wished I could tell her what had happened.

I wondered what she would say if she knew how much of her gift had gone toward paying someone else's gambling debt.

I placed the photograph back beside the paperwork.

Then I closed the drawer.

That evening, my husband asked whether I wanted to talk about my family.

I told him I was still thinking about everything.

He listened.

I explained how difficult it had been to say no.

I admitted that I sometimes felt guilty even when I knew I hadn't done anything wrong.

He reminded me that protecting our household wasn't selfish.

I nodded.

I wanted to believe that completely.

It would take time.

But I was beginning to understand.

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