I’ve never been someone who liked asking for help. Not because I thought I could do everything on my own or out of some stubborn pride, but because I didn’t want to feel like a nuisance. Whether it was needing someone to pick up the kids from school or a simple home repair, I’d often wait—hoping someone, usually my husband, would notice or offer. The we…
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