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I told him.
A Week Before Christmas, I Overheard My Daughter’s Secret Plan to Dump Eight Kids on Me—So I Taught Her a Holiday Lesson She Never Saw Coming
“Can we start over?” he asked. “Do it differently this time?”
“That depends on your actions.”
I reminded him my boundaries would not change. Visits had to be mutual, babysitting had to be requested, not assigned, and my time would no longer be considered less valuable than everyone else’s.
Robert nodded. “Lucy and I want to do better.”
