30: A PATH TO HEALING: NAVIGATING COMPLEX RELATIONSHIPS AND REDISCOVERING STRENGTH WITHIN

Bob's eyes bore into mine, and I felt a chill run down my spine. There was an unspoken tension in the room, and I could sense the conflicting emotions bubbling beneath the surface. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice sharp and laced with anger. "I'm here for my treatment, Bob," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the growing unease. He clenched his fists, and the atmosphere in the room became even more charged. Shaun, sensing the tension, glanced between us with a furrowed brow. "I don't care about your treatment. You should have waited for me at home," Bob snapped, his eyes flickering with resentment. I stood my ground, refusing to be intimidated. "I have my own life, Bob. I can't put everything on hold for you." His nostrils flared, and I could practically see the steam rising from his ears. "You think you can just do whatever you want, don't you? I told you to wait for me." "I'm not your property, Bob. I don't need your permission to live my life,"