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Our son graduates next month. We'll both be...

Our son graduates next month. We'll both be there. Pretending to be civil. Your family on one side. Mine on the other. Like opposing teams. He shouldn't have to navigate this. Shouldn't have to worry about who sits where. We did this to him. Our failure became his burden. I hope he can forgive us someday. I'm not sure I can forgive myself.

— Moving Forward (Finally)

Enshrined on October 21, 2025 at 09:24 AM UTC

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