I’d blown up my family’s favorite holiday.
Exposed buried secrets.
Left my mother alone with the consequences of her own choices.
And I’d celebrated Christmas—really celebrated it—for the first time in my life.
Revenge isn’t clean.
It doesn’t magically repair the years you lost.
It simply makes sure the person who hurt you can no longer walk around pretending nothing happened.
Does it feel good?
Yes.
Does it fix everything?
No.
But for the first time, the story is mine.
If your mother told you no one needs you to
