“I was fine with being the “crazy” one—the wildcard who had become so unhinged over the death of her child. I wasn’t fine with being in an environment where I didn’t feel safe or genuinely supported. I had grown tired of the victim mentality games. The passive-aggressive gestures. The love that came with conditions. The judgment of my grief and how I was living my life. The jealousy over my other relationships with people I considered to be my family. I had played the role of “Sweet Maya” my entire marriage because things inside our family of five felt easy. We didn’t have drama, and the red flags I saw in _________were easy to ignore because my inner child was thankful there wasn’t any physical violence. In losing Ronan, I lost everything, including my ability to look the other way at things that felt wrong.

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