And I didn’t know whether our marriage could someday be repaired.
But I finally understood something that had taken me far too long to learn.
Loving someone didn’t mean accepting every decision they made about your life.
It didn’t mean allowing them to redefine your marriage without your consent.
And it certainly didn’t mean losing yourself just to keep them happy.
For the first time in years, my future wasn’t going to be determined by what Callum wanted.
This time, I would decide where I belonged.
