The car thing still bothers me. I knew it was dying. I knew it still had value. I knew the smart move was to trade it in. But no. I was told to drive it until it died. So I did. I drove it until the engine blew. And then we were stuck. That’s how decisions were made. Not smart. Not shared. Just dictated.
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