Being there in the middle of the night when he needed comfort.All the things that don’t usually get written down.I added small notes next to each one. Not to be sarcastic, just to make it clear. I even added prices, even though that wasn’t really the point. It was more to show how strange it feels when you start putting numbers on things like that.At the end, the total was obviously much higher than forty dollars But I finished it with something simple. That love, especially in a family, isn’t something you charge for.I also added a couple of photos of Oliver from the weekend. He is smiling, playing, just being happy.
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When I dropped the note off at their place, I won’t lie, I felt a bit nervous. But at the same time, I felt like I had finally said what I needed to say.Not long after, Lila called me. She was upset, crying, saying I was overreacting and making it into something bigger than it was.I stayed calm. I told her that her note had hurt me. That it made me feel like what I did didn’t matter.There was a pause. A long one.Later, Lucas sent me a message. He apologized. Said they hadn’t really thought about it from my side. That meant a lot more than he probably realized.Over the next few weeks, we talked more. Not just once, but a few times. Some conversations were uncomfortable, but they needed to happen.It turned out Lila had been feeling overwhelmed for a while. Work, home, everything. She said she didn’t even think of the note as something hurtful at the time. To her, it was just practical.But hearing that didn’t erase how it felt.
I also shared my side. I told them how much I enjoy being with Oliver, but also that sometimes I had felt a bit taken for granted.
We realized we had never really talked about any of this properly before.So we started changing that.We agreed to be clearer with each other. To plan things ahead of time. To respect each other’s time and effort. And honestly, just to say thank you more often.We also started having regular dinners together again. No tension, just time together.Things slowly got better after that.Oliver, of course, didn’t notice any of this. He was just happy as always, playing, laughing, enjoying having everyone around him.Looking back, it could have gone very differently. We could have stopped talking. Things could have turned bitter.But they didn’t.
