I had juggled four jobs, pushing myself to the brink, just to pay for her top-notch dance classes.
It was all because she once said, "Mom, I want to dance like you."
I sacrificed my pride to help her chase her dreams, only to be publicly denounced by her.
Last time, I spent every dime on her lessons instead of my treatment.
This time, I'm not losing myself for her.
2
I brushed off the dance teacher's payment request and reassessed our home.
It was a modest three-bedroom flat, yet only two were in use.
I had transformed the largest bedroom into a dance studio for Caitlyn's practice sessions.
The remaining rooms were occupied by my mother-in-law Dorothy and Caitlyn.
My husband, Mark Thompson, claimed to be on constant business trips, but I knew he was shacking up with his mistress just next community.
I only discovered Mark's infidelity when his pregnant mistress came knocking. He had betrayed our marriage long before, turning me into the town's punchline.
I demanded everything in the divorce, insisting Mark walk away empty-handed. But Caitlyn's lies in court cost me my share of the assets.
Caitlyn had the nerve to claim I was the first to stray.