the moment I saw him in that parking lot.
I should have walked into Diane’s kitchen and put the truth on the table like an overdue bill.
I didn’t because I was still trying to protect someone who didn’t want my protection.
That three-month silence—the truth I carried when it was never mine to carry—is the one thing I would change if I could.
Therapy taught me something simple.
You cannot protect people from the truth.
And you don’t owe anyone your sacrifice when they don’t consider you worth keeping.
