Lacey’s Rebellion Some parents have rules. Mine had ultimatums. And my father? He treated every promise like a contract—one he could rip up the second I slipped. I was 17 when he called me to the kitchen table, a manila folder in front of him and that smug, knowing smile that meant he’d already decided my future. “You want college, Lacey?” He leaned back, arms crossed. “Then here’s the deal.” His rules were simple—if you like living in a prison. No grades below an A-minus.He’d approve every class.Weekly reports on

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The Shocking Secret My Best Friend Was Hiding Life after 40 isn’t always easy. The kids grow up and move out, parents are either gone or far away, and if you’re like me—divorced and navigating the world alone—you start to realize just how much you rely on your friends. My old school and university buddies were scattered across the country. We stayed in touch, but texts and video calls aren’t the same as face-to-face laughs and shared coffees. Then, just when I needed it most, life handed me a gift—Samantha.