Love is complex. It can fracture, leave jagged edges, and still persist between people. It hurts, it heals, and it leaves scars. Those scars are mine to remember what it took to survive, and the boundaries that ensure I will never disappear again. Tyler continues to work on himself, striving to be more than his worst mistakes. Whether that brings us back under one roof or keeps us on parallel paths of co-parenting, I am no longer defined by a lucky shirt. I am the woman who saved herself—and that is worth more than any dream of suburban perfection.
