They thought he would drag me down.
They were wrong.
On our first night, instead of anger…
He showed kindness.
He gave my son his pillow.
He cleaned our space.
He made a promise.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said.
And somehow…
I believed him.
Days turned into months.
Months turned into a year.
He worked hard.
Came home late.
Brought food.
Brought peace.
And slowly…
I stopped seeing the man they forced me to marry.
I started seeing the man who chose to care for us.
