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Aug 7, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories He Gave Everything for Her… Then She Made Him Choose | Daily Telly Talks Callum Ridgeway thought love could bridge the divide between his working-class roots and his wife’s world of wealth, prestige, and disdainful relatives. But after 7 years of subtle humiliation, he faces a breaking point at a lavish family gathering. When his wife sides with them one final time — and gives him an ultimatum — Callum makes a choice that changes everything. This is a raw, emotional story of identity, pride, and finally walking away from the love that no longer loved back. 🔔 Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more gripping narrative shorts like this. 🎧 Best experienced with headphones. 📌 New stories every week.
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Callum Ridgeway, a man of 33, had once
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believed his life was a masterpiece, a
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canvas painted with the vivid colors of
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a perfect marriage.
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Three short months ago, he would have
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sworn to the unwavering strength of his
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bond with Marissa. For 7 years, they had
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been a unit, a duo navigating a world of
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stark differences, and he was convinced
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they had mastered it. She was forged in
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the rarified air of old money, a world
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of sprawling estates, exclusive schools,
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and names that resonated with power. He
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was a product of the working class, a
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mechanic's son, a nurses boy, knowing
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nothing beyond the bare necessities.
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When their paths first crossed, he was a
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humble computer repair man, and she was
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a woman of dazzling beauty and vivacity,
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who seemed utterly indifferent to his
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origins. He had genuinely believed they
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stood as equals, or at least he had
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fiercely convinced himself of it. But
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looking back, the hairline fractures had
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always been there, silently awaiting the
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moment to shatter. Her family, her
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mother, Belle, and her elder brother,
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Gregory, had never truly welcomed him.
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Every encounter with them felt like an
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endless audition for a role he was
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destined never to win. Oh, they would
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smile certainly, but it was a smile that
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never quite reached their eyes.
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Marissa, bless her heart, would always
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dismiss his concerns, whispering,
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"They'll come around, Callum. Just give
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them time." And he had yearned to
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believe her. Truly, he did. But 7 years
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is an eternity to await acceptance from
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those who treat you like dirt beneath
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their polished shoes.
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Lately, an unsettling tension had
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permeated their lives, a ceaseless drum
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beat of minor disagreements.
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nothing he couldn't navigate, he
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thought, until the annual family
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gathering in New York. It was meant to
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be a weekend of connection, a chance to
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smooth the rough edges.
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Marissa had pleaded with him, her voice
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laced with desperation, swearing this
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time would be different, that her family
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would finally see the man he truly was.
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To be brutally honest, he was far from
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enthusiastic.
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He would have rather spent the weekend
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salvaging a dozen broken laptops than
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face her relatives again. But for her he
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went. The estate itself was a colossal
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colonial sentinel perched precariously
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on a cliff. Its steep staircases and
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cold echoing rooms were beautiful, yes,
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but with a grandeur that made you feel
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utterly insignificant, as if belonging
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were a birthright, not a privilege.
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From the moment they arrived, Callum
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felt the crushing weight of their
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scrutiny. Bel offered a handshake so
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fleeting, so insubstantial, he barely
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registered it. Gregory merely smirked,
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as if privy to some dark secret Callum
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was yet to discover. The entire weekend
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stretched before him like an
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insurmountable trial, one for which he
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was utterly unprepared, and he was not
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mistaken. Every conversation was a
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treacherous minefield. He utters
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something innocuous, a simple
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observation about the pleasant weather,
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only for Belle to interject, correcting
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him, declaring it unseasonably warm for
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the time of year, as if his ignorance
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were a grave insult to the family
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lineage.
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Gregory would interject his barbed
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comments about Callum's profession,
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questioning if he'd ever considered
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upward mobility. He'd deflect, attempt
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to maintain the fragile peace, but a
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silent rage simmered within him.
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Marissa perpetually urged him to relax,
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insisting they meant no harm, but he saw
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the truth etched in her eyes. She knew
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they did.
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By the second day, Callum was counting
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the agonizing hours until their escape.
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He kept his head down, maintained a
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veneer of politeness, but it was like
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trying to grasp water.
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It simply slipped through his fingers.
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Dinner that night was the precipice.
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They gathered around that impossibly
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long gleaming table, candle light
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dancing, silver clinking, and for a
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fleeting moment Callum dared to hope he
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might survive the evening without
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further confrontation. Marissa squeezed
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his hand beneath the table, a silent
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plea as if she were cheering him on, and
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for a second he felt a flicker of
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warmth. But then, Gregory, true to form,
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began his insidious assault again, this
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time louder, bolder, with Belle joining
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in, dissecting everything from his
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posture to the shirt he had dared to
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choose.
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Callum felt the room constrict, all
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those eyes fixed upon him, awaiting his
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inevitable stumble. He didn't know why
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he ever believed it would be different.
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Perhaps he was simply weary of
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pretending he wasn't wounded. Perhaps he
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craved to prove something to them, to
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Marissa, to himself.
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Whatever it was, it laid the groundwork
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for the cataclysm that followed. By the
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close of that weekend, he was no longer
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the man who had walked through those
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imposing doors. That gathering was not
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merely a family reunion. It was the
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genesis of a storm he had failed to
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perceive, a tempest that had been
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quietly brewing for years. Callum
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Ridgeway, a man not prone to grand
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dramatic outbursts, could no longer
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contain the fury that simmered within.
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They retreated to the guest room.
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Marissa and he shared some opulent
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chamber with a four poster bed and
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drapes that likely cost more than his
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truck.
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The door clicked shut behind them, and
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for a silent moment he simply stood,
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staring at the floor, frantically
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searching for the words to unleash what
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he had suppressed for years. His tie
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felt like a noose, so he ripped it off
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and flung it onto a nearby chair. The
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entire night replayed in his mind,
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Gregory's sneering remarks, Belle's
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chilling contempt, and Marissa sitting
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there like a porcelain doll, while her
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family openly mocked him. He turned to
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face her, and she was already perched on
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the edge of the bed, arms crossed, her
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eyes narrowed as if he were the one who
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had committed some transgression.
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"What was that, Callum?" she demanded,
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her voice a low, dangerous whisper like
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a parent chastising a weward child. He
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inhaled deeply, striving for an
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impossible calm.
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I've had enough, Marissa. I've had more
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than enough.
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She rolled her eyes, and that small,
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dismissive gesture ignited a firestorm
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within him.
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"You're too sensitive," she stated, as
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if it were an undeniable truth he should
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already comprehend.
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They were just joking. You didn't need
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to make a scene.
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A scene.
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He hadn't screamed, hadn't thrown
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anything. He had merely raised his voice
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to conclude a toast they had transformed
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into a cruel gest.
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He stepped closer, his fists clenched at
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his sides. I am your husband, not their
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punching bag. I have endured their
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garbage for years, and not once, not a
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single time, have you ever stood up for
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me. She didn't flinch, merely kept her
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arms tightly crossed, her face
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unnervingly serene, as if she had
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rehearsed this very confrontation.
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"You don't understand," she countered.
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"That's just how they are. You just have
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to deal with it. Deal with it."
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7 years of cutting remarks, manufactured
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smiles, and tests he was destined to
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fail, and she expected him to simply
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continue swallowing it.
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His voice remained low, but it trembled
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with the force of his suppressed rage.
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I don't have to deal with it. You should
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have been on my side. Instead, you
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allowed them to treat me like a piece of
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refu.
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she sighed, a long exaggerated
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exhalation, as if he were an unbearable
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burden.
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"You're overreacting," she pronounced.
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And in her tone, he heard her mother's
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condescending cadence. That was when he
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snapped. Not with a shout, not with a
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violent outburst, but with a quiet,
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decisive click within his very core.
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"No, Marissa," he said, his voice steady
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now. "I'm not overreacting. I am no
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longer going to pretend this is okay.
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I'm no longer going to be the man they
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kick around while you stand by and
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watch. Her eyes narrowed and she finally
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rose, dropping her crossed arms. "You
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have two choices, Callum," she declared,
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her voice firm. "Apologize or leave." He
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froze. The room fell into such a
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profound silence that he could hear the
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wind rattling against the ancient
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windows.
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Apologize for what? For daring to speak
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a truth. for wanting my wife to care.
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He stared at her, waiting for her to
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recant, to soften, to show him she
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didn't truly mean it.
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But she merely stood there, chin
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defiantly raised, as if she had drawn an
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unreachable line and dared him to cross
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it. He had spent years fighting for
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them, proving himself to her family,
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begging her to see him as something more
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than the man they didn't want her to
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marry. And now she was delivering an
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ultimatum, as if he were the one who had
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failed. A deep agonizing ache nodded at
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his chest. Yet his mind was clearer than
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it had ever been. He did not scream
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back. He did not plead with her to
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reconsider. He simply looked at her
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truly looked and saw the woman who had
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once again chosen them over him. "Fine,"
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he stated, his voice strangely level,
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though he felt as if he was splintering
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from within. She blinked, as if she
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hadn't anticipated such an immediate
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surrender, but he gave her no time to
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respond. He turned, grabbed his duffel
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bag from the closet, and began to pack.
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Not everything, just what he needed. A
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few shirts, his jeans, his toothbrush.
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She watched him in utter silence. Her
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gaze a palpable weight on his back, but
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she uttered not a single word. "No,
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wait. No, let's talk." He zipped the
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bag, slung it over his shoulder, and
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walked towards the door. His hand was on
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the cold doornob when she finally spoke.
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Are you really doing this?" she asked, a
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faint tremor in her voice. But it was
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not enough to stop him. He did not turn
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back. "Yes," he said. "I am." And then
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he walked out. The corridor was shrouded
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in oppressive darkness, the house eerily
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silent, save for a faint hum of voices
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downstairs.
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He descended those ridiculous creaking
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stairs swiftly past the oil portraits of
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her ancestors, their painted eyes
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following him as if they knew he didn't
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belong.
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His truck, a beacon of escape, was
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parked outside. He flung his bag into
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the bed, climbed inside, and twisted the
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key in the ignition.
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The headlights sliced through the inky
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blackness of the night, and with a surge
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of the accelerator, he sped away from
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the estate, its imposing silhouette
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shrinking in his rear view mirror. He
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had no destination in mind, not yet. But
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he knew with an absolute certainty that
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he would not return. She had given him a
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choice, apologize or leave. And he had
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chosen the path she never expected.
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The road stretched endlessly before him.
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desolate and black.