I once believed love could outlast anything: disability, disapproval, poverty, distance. I gave up my parents, my education, my safety net to stand beside the boy I loved when everyone else walked away. For years, I bathed him, worked double shifts, soothed his nightmares, and built a life around the limits we were told could never change. I thought that kind of loyalty made us unbreakable.
But loyalty built on a lie corrodes from the inside. Learning that he had hidden the possibility of recovery—and that my parents had hidden the truth from me too—did more than end a marriage; it rewrote my entire past. I left quietly, carrying our child and the knowledge that love without honesty is just a beautiful cage. In time, I accepted my parents’ remorse, but not their control. Today, my life is smaller, simpler, and finally mine—chosen with open eyes, not forced by secrets.
