My Husband Constantly Mocked Me for Doing Nothing, Then He Found My Note After the ER Took Me Away

Those scars become maps, reminders of where we’ve been and how far from whole we still are.

Maybe one day, when the wounds stop aching, I’ll believe in the version of him that cut the cord and wept.

But for now, I smile softly and say, “Maybe.”

The word lingers on my tongue, heavy with the ache of all the truths I cannot tell them.