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Everyone called me worthless. My husband, David Carter, resented how little I earned. "Twelve hundred a month? What good is that?" His mother, Sammy, never missed a chance to remind me I was a failure. "The woman next door makes more cleaning houses than you do." My son, Caleb, was ashamed of me. "All my friends' moms dress so nice, and you always look so cheap." I worked double shifts and skipped meals. I pinched every penny and poured every last cent into that family. But when the doctors found a tumor on my liver and told me the surgery would cost a hundred thousand dollars, David said we didn't have the money. Sammy said it needed to be saved for Caleb. And Caleb said, "Mom, don't bother." So I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was staring at a resignation form on my desk. In my last life, I had begged my supervisor not to let me go. This time, I picked up the pen and signed it.