“That’s not fair.”
“But it’s true,” I said, and my voice broke. “I used to think you were just tired. That maybe one day you’d soften. But you don’t love like other people, Mom. And I can’t keep waiting for you to become someone you were never going to be.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but I turned and walked out.
“I can’t keep waiting for you to become someone you were never going to be.””
This time, I didn’t look back.
Noah and I married quietly in his parents’ backyard. Nothing about the day was perfect, except that it was ours.
Dan walked me down the aisle again. His hands trembled slightly, but his smile didn’t.
When he placed my hand into Noah’s, his grip tightened slightly.
Nothing about the day was perfect, except that it was ours.
“You’ve always had a good heart, hon. Don’t let anyone take that from you.”
And for the first time, I believed that love could be quiet.
Nigel came to the wedding, too. I don’t know what my relationship with him will become. Even now, we talk sometimes… but it’s careful.
“You’ve always had a good heart, hon.”
What I do know is this: I spent most of my life thinking my father was dead.
We don’t choose where we begin. But we do get to choose who we become. And I choose peace.
And I choose not to let the people who left me define who I am.
What I do know is this: I spent most of my life thinking my father was dead.
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