{"id":1601,"date":"2025-12-12T01:22:03","date_gmt":"2025-12-12T01:22:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/newstime.jkfraser.com\/?p=1601"},"modified":"2025-12-12T01:22:04","modified_gmt":"2025-12-12T01:22:04","slug":"my-sil-made-me-her-familys-personal-cook-and-then-paid-me-0-karma-made-her-pay-three-times-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newstime.jkfraser.com\/?p=1601","title":{"rendered":"My SIL Made Me Her Family\u2019s Personal Cook and Then Paid Me $0 \u2013 Karma Made Her Pay Three Times More"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

8 December 2025<\/a> newsworld_wo<\/a> Uncategorised<\/a> 0<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Cassie\u2019s good deed turns into unpaid servitude when her in-laws mistake kindness for obedience. But when her husband returns early from deployment, the script flips fast. Revenge isn\u2019t loud \u2014 it\u2019s earned. And this time? The maid walks out, the family kneels, and karma sends the bill. With interest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m Cassie, 31, and the proud-but-perpetually-exhausted mom of three:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hazel: seven, whip-smart, and sensitive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Theo: four and feral in the way only little boys can be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Levi: the baby who runs our house like a miniature CEO with no tolerance for inefficiency.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Profile of a tired woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My husband, Landon, is active-duty Air Force and had been deployed for seven months when this all began. I work half-time at a dental office, and the rest of the time?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m managing emotional meltdowns, microwave dinners, and the ever-growing mountain of laundry that mocks me from the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Landon\u2019s family?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A man standing in front of an aircraft | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Imagine a soap opera where everyone is rich, attractive, and deeply allergic<\/em> to humility. His sister, Brielle, leads the charge \u2014 she\u2019s 34, breathtakingly self-important, living in a gated community with a quartz kitchen and a yoga studio she rarely enters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She treats delivery drivers like they should kneel when they hand her a smoothie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tried to be gracious, for my husband\u2019s sake and for my kids. But some people mistake grace for weakness\u2026 and what happened that winter still makes my jaw tighten.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It started with nothing but a favor.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brielle called one evening, her voice trembling like she\u2019d just stepped off the set of a Victorian-era fever dream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCassieeee,\u201d she croaked. \u201cWe\u2019re all sick. Me, my kids, even Mom and Dad. It\u2019s awful. <\/em>Can you help us, please? Can you cook for a few days? Just until were back on our feet?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had a baby on my hip and spaghetti boiling over on the stove. I should have said no<\/em>. I should have made up a hundred excuses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Spaghetti<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Spaghetti in a pot on a stove | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I didn\u2019t.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because I\u2019m kind\u2026 or tired. Or maybe just a little too used to saying yes when I shouldn\u2019t.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brielle promised to pay for the groceries; she even said she\u2019d add \u201ca little something extra\u201d for the time and effort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That was the first red flag I ignored.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Week one was manageable. I mean, I cooked like it was my job \u2014 casseroles, soups, fruit smoothies, and even a gluten-free chicken pot pie that took way too long. I labeled each container, added little notes with reheating instructions, and dropped everything off right on schedule.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They praised me like I was a saint. Brielle sent a voice message to my husband saying I was \u201can actual angel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou really saved us, Cassie,\u201d Erin, my mother-in-law, told me. \u201cHonestly, my girl, we couldn\u2019t have gotten through this cold without you. You\u2019ve cared for us in a way I wouldn\u2019t have imagined\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Casseroles<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Casseroles of food on a table | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That kind of gratitude can cloud your judgment. But it kept me going.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then week two rolled around \u2014 that\u2019s when things shifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The grocery money didn\u2019t come. First, Brielle said she forgot. Then she said her Venmo was acting up. Then, a few days later, I got a text:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll settle later! I\u2019m still just feeling so weak!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A person holding a phone | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, I was cooking meals while bouncing Levi on my hip, keeping Theo from climbing the pantry shelves, and trying to help Hazel with subtraction homework that made me question everything I thought I knew about math.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I almost said something. Almost. <\/em>But I didn\u2019t want to seem petty. They were family\u2026 and people say weird things when they\u2019re sick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By week three, that excuse fell apart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A concerned woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were fine \u2014 I mean, completely fine.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw pictures on Instagram while I was drinking coffee one evening. Brielle and her kids had spent the afternoon at the trampoline park. Erin posted photos of herself at some downtown brunch spot, her husband Gavin smiling right next to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The \u201cstill feeling weak\u201d story crumbled with every filtered selfie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The interior of a trampoline park | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the cooking requests just didn\u2019t stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDinner by 6 tonight, Cassie.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t forget gluten-free for Dad!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe kids want chicken tenders again, Cass. Baked this time, not fried.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo soup. Goodness. We\u2019re all tired of it.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A phone on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There were no pleases, no thank yous. Just Brielle dishing out instructions, like I was some kind of on-call meal service.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That Wednesday night, I dropped off another round of food, and in my exhaustion, I left my phone in their entryway. I strapped the two older kids into the car and ran back in through the side door, quietly, and as I approached the foyer, I heard my name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHonestly,\u201d Brielle said, her voice light and amused. \u201cIt\u2019s like having our own little maid, isn\u2019t it? Did you see how fast she brought everything today? Not bad service, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A woman standing in a home hallway | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stopped moving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s so much better than hiring someone. And free<\/em>, too, Bri,\u201d Erin added, a giggle escaping her lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My breath caught.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt is<\/em> free,\u201d Brielle agreed. \u201cBut honestly, Mom. What else does she have going on? <\/em>Other than that silly job at the dentist, Cassie just chills at home. And with Landon away, it\u2019s not like she\u2019s busy being a wife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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An amused woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stood there, frozen, tucked behind the corner of the hallway like an intruder in a house I\u2019d been serving like staff.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t even know how long I stood there before my body remembered how to move. I turned, grabbed my phone, and walked out without a word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That night, after my kids were happily tucked in bed, I sat at the kitchen table, staring at nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A pensive woman sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just when I\u2019d thought that my in-laws had seen<\/em> me\u2026 and appreciated me,<\/em> I found out that they\u2019d never really cared at all. I wasn\u2019t a person to them \u2014 I was just a function. I was there to provide a service \u2026and grandchildren.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And suddenly, I didn\u2019t feel tired anymore. I felt sharp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I mean, seriously. What else did I have going on?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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An emotional woman sitting at a table at night | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe raising three kids alone while my husband served overseas. Maybe surviving on four hours of sleep and lukewarm coffee. Maybe just trying to make it to bedtime every day without crying in the laundry room\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream\u2026 But I couldn\u2019t risk waking the kids up. So, I sat there and tried to think about what to do next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, while making waffles for the kids, I sent a text. It wasn\u2019t angry or emotional \u2014 it was short, direct, and far too polite for how I felt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A plate of waffles | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBrielle, I won\u2019t be cooking for your family anymore. I need to focus on my own. Please don\u2019t ask again.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her reply came faster than I expected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWow. So ungrateful, Cassie. Figures.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman standing in a kitchen and using her phone | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, as if she hadn\u2019t twisted the knife deep enough already:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re family. You\u2019re supposed to help. And you can\u2019t just quit \u2014 we counted on you. And you do this? Disgusting. Ungrateful.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And finally:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSince you\u2019re too busy being difficult, don\u2019t expect us to help YOU in the future.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman using her cellphone | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stared at my screen, stunned. Then I laughed \u2014 loud and bitter, almost unhinged while Levi smacked his lips against the peanut butter I\u2019d given him and Hazel quietly drew at the kitchen table. Theo was already halfway into the couch cushions with a paper towel roll he\u2019d declared his \u201cdino sword.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What help?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

They had never lifted a finger for me. Not once! <\/em>Not when Landon deployed, and I was a mess thinking about how I was going to cope with three kids by myself. Not when Levi had colic, and I went weeks without sleep. And not when my brakes failed and I had to Uber with the kids to school and back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A bowl of peanut butter | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two weeks passed in absolute silence. And then, everything changed.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Landon came home early, and without warning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He walked through the front door in uniform, his duffel slung over his shoulder, and the second I saw his face, I broke. I fell into my husband with a sound that wasn\u2019t even a cry\u2026 it felt more like a release. And he wrapped his arms around me in the kind of embrace that unlocks everything you\u2019ve been pretending not to feel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A duffel bag on a wooden floor | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We held each other for a long time while the kids climbed all over him like puppies. Then, when the chaos slowed and they finally gave us a moment, I told him everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No drama, no venom\u2026 Just the truth.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

My husband\u2019s face barely moved as I spoke, but I saw it \u2014 the flick of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders. Landon didn\u2019t need to raise his voice to make a point\u2026 And when my husband was truly angry, he went still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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An upset man leaning against a door | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPut on your shoes, my love,\u201d he said, standing up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat? Why?\u201d I blinked. \u201cI\u2019ve got a chicken in the oven.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, turn the oven off,\u201d he said sternly. \u201cWe\u2019re going to my sister\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A marinated chicken in an oven tray | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The drive was quiet and charged with something I couldn\u2019t name \u2014 not fear, not nerves\u2026 just a steely purpose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Brielle opened the door, she gasped like she\u2019d seen a ghost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh my God! Landon!! You\u2019re home?! Why didn\u2019t you tell us? I would have planned a welcome home dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A close-up of a smiling woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My husband didn\u2019t return her smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid you call my wife your maid, Brielle?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI \u2014 It was a joke, Landon,\u201d she said, her mouth open and her eyes wide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cReally? Did you also stop sending grocery money to Cass while demanding that she cook for everyone?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"An<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

An upset man standing outside | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe were sick! She volunteered, Landon.<\/em> Don\u2019t make a big deal about this, we\u2019re your family too,\u201d she said, frowning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he said. \u201cCassie helped because she\u2019s kind and generous. And you took advantage of that. Did you even invite my wife and children to stay and have dinner with you guys on those days? No, you didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before she could answer, their parents came downstairs \u2014 as if summoned by the tension in the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLandon,\u201d Erin said, brushing her hands together like she was cleaning up crumbs. \u201cDon\u2019t be so dramatic, son. This entire thing was a misunderstanding.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe didn\u2019t mean anything by it,\u201d Gavin added, standing with the tired authority of a man who expected his word to end the conversation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re making a scene.\u201d Brielle shrank in her spot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"An<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

An older woman standing in a foyer | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But Landon didn\u2019t flinch. He turned to face them all, eyes clear, and his voice unwavering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m done with this family\u2019s entitlement,\u201d he said. \u201cIf you don\u2019t respect my wife, then you don\u2019t respect me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His hand found mine \u2014 not just to hold but to anchor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The silence that followed was eerie. It stretched long enough to make the air feel heavier, like even the walls were holding their breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A side view of an upset man | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, I swear to you, Brielle dropped to her knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t graceful or planned \u2014 the woman simply crumpled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she whispered, her eyes glassy. \u201cPlease don\u2019t cut us off. Please. Please, Landon. We\u2019ll pay Cassie back. Triple the amount. Just\u2026 don\u2019t walk away from us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"An<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

An upset woman kneeling on the ground | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Erin lowered herself down beside her daughter. It looked uncomfortable and unnatural, like she hadn\u2019t knelt for anything in years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCassie,\u201d she said, her voice thick. \u201cYou\u2019ve been so kind to us, darling. We didn\u2019t mean to hurt you. We just\u2026 we got used to things. That\u2019s not an excuse, darling. But it is the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even their father \u2014 a man who never looked rattled, never bent <\/em>\u2014 stood without a word, his hands in his pockets, his face drawn with something that looked suspiciously like shame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"An<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

An emotional older woman wearing a navy blouse | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is your call,\u201d Landon said, turning to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked at my sister<\/a>-in-law. Her lower lip trembled, her once-perfect eyeliner had smudged, leaving soft gray arcs beneath her eyes. For once, she didn\u2019t look smug and expensive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For once, she looked like a mess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I glanced at my in-laws \u2014 dressed to perfection but visibly shaken by my husband\u2019s threat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A woman standing in a foyer | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I should have walked out. I wanted to.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

But sometimes the real power isn\u2019t in walking away. It\u2019s in deciding what happens next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead, I spoke clearly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want your money, Brielle,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She blinked, the confusion tightening her brow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"An<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t need to be paid back. I don\u2019t want a cent from you. But what I want \u2014 what I need <\/em>\u2014 are boundaries. And I need you to accept me as part of this family. I\u2019m Landon\u2019s wife. I\u2019m the mother of his children \u2014 and I\u2019ve been handling everything on my own. All I want are some boundaries and support.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She swallowed hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo\u2026 we\u2019re okay?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A woman standing with her arms folded | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said, holding her gaze. \u201cWe\u2019re not. You need to earn Landon\u2019s trust again. And mine. And more than anything, you need to earn my kids\u2019 trust because you don\u2019t act as though we\u2019re family. And you sure as heck don\u2019t get access to us just because you share DNA with them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her lips parted slightly. My words seemed to stun her more than any anger ever could. Brielle wasn\u2019t used to conditions, especially not from me \u2014 the so-called maid.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd the next time you need dinner, Brielle? Call DoorDash. They actually pay their drivers.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A delivery driver | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My husband gently squeezed my hand. It wasn\u2019t to guide me but more as a reminder that he was right there, backing every single word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We turned and walked out together, past the chandelier, the marble floors, and away from the echo of people who once thought kindness made me weak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That evening, back home, the kitchen smelled like roast chicken and rosemary. I basted the thighs one last time, trying not to cry as Levi squealed behind me. His giggle bounced around the room like music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Landon was in the living room, brushing Hazel\u2019s damp hair while Theo stood on a dining chair, explaining in great detail how adopting a Dalmatian would be the \u201cimportant-est\u201d thing our family could ever do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd they have spots, Dad,\u201d he said with wide eyes. \u201cSpots mean fast. That\u2019s how they can chase bad guys.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Landon smiled at him without missing a stroke of Hazel\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A Dalmatian with a red collar | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood to know, buddy. We\u2019ll discuss it with the family board of directors.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turned the oven off and leaned against the counter for a moment, absorbing it all. The hum of home. And the safety of being seen. The gift of being chosen \u2014 not by obligation, but by love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything that happened\u2026 it hurt. But it peeled something back. I finally saw where I stood in their eyes \u2014 and I chose to walk out anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A smiling man holding his son | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCass,\u201d Landon said, glancing up at me. \u201cYou know I\u2019ll always pick you, right? You and the kids. Over everyone and everything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI know,\u201d I whispered, my throat tight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I did.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because for the first time in a long time, I wasn\u2019t just someone\u2019s daughter-in-law, or sister-in-law, or the woman behind the meals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was home\u2026 and we were whole.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"An<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

An emotional woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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