“Do you ever miss Dad?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Missing someone doesn’t mean you made the wrong decision.”
He admitted he sometimes missed Jenna, too, and felt foolish for trusting her.
“Trusting someone isn’t embarrassing,” I told him. “What they do with that trust belongs to them.”
Later, I returned to my father’s grave with flowers. I sat on the same bench where I’d shown Daniel the video.
“I should’ve listened,” I whispered.
For years, I’d misunderstood my father’s warning: never give away so much of yourself that you can’t stand when someone disappoints you.
I’d believed being a good wife meant protecting my marriage at all costs. Now I understood that sometimes protecting yourself means accepting that someone else has already destroyed it.
