about Grant.
I did not wonder whether he finally regretted losing me.
His regret was no longer proof of my value.
For years, I had measured my worth by how many people needed me.
I believed love meant being indispensable.
I believed loyalty meant remaining in the room after everyone else had fled.
I believed strength meant carrying responsibility for people who refused to carry it themselves.
But being needed was not the same as being loved.
Being useful was not the same as being respected.
And repeatedly saving someone
