After more failed relationships than I like to count, I had stopped believing love was something that lasted. Then I met Nathan at 42, and every instinct in me told me he was the one… but on our wedding night, he revealed something I wasn’t ready for.
I had loved before, back when I still believed that effort alone could keep a relationship alive.
Those relationships didn’t shatter all at once. They unraveled slowly.
And when I walked away, I carried with me a quiet understanding that love wasn’t something you could keep just because you wanted it to stay.
The years that followed weren’t dramatic, but they were filled with small disappointments that added up over time.
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