seasons together. Those commitments still mattered, but remaining wasn’t always loyalty. Sometimes leaving was the faithful thing to do for the person I had been before my worth began to feel negotiable.
I believe Daniel regretted his choices, and Rachel regretted some of hers. Neither person’s remorse determined whether I was healed. I didn’t need him suffering to prove my importance, her humiliation to affirm my place, or a new man’s interest to demonstrate that I deserved love. Eventually someone else did walk beside me. Even if nobody had, I’d
