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What She Didn’t Know
What she didn’t know was that weeks earlier, I had already removed the original crystal set.
After noticing her increasing hostility toward my mom’s belongings, I’d decided to protect the pieces that mattered most. I carefully packed the real crystal set away and replaced it with a nearly identical but inexpensive replica I’d found online.
They were a decoy.
When she realized what had happened — when my dad calmly told her the original set was safe — the expression on her face shifted from smug satisfaction to stunned disbelief.
She had tried to hurt me.
Instead, she exposed herself.
The Aftermath
The broken glass wasn’t the real loss. The real damage was trust.
My dad couldn’t ignore what had happened. Smashing something she believed held deep emotional value crossed a line that couldn’t be explained away as an accident or a misunderstanding.
It forced conversations that had been avoided for years. About respect. About boundaries. About unresolved jealousy.
And about whether someone who could deliberately destroy something sentimental belonged in our lives at all.
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