#64 Entry
Dear Mrs., I don't know if you'll ever read these words. Perhaps they're only meant to stay within these pages, where my heart can finally speak without interruption. You hurt me. Whether you intended to or not, there were moments when I felt unwelcome, unseen, and as though my love for your son would never be enough. I carried that pain quietly for a long time. There were nights when I wondered why it always felt like I had to earn a place in his life, as if love was something to compete for. Your son promised me the world. He promised me a future, a home, marriage, and a life where we would face everything together. I believed every word because I believed in him. I believed that when the difficult moments came, we would stand side by side. But when those moments arrived, his loyalty always found its way back to you. And every time that happened, a part of me wondered where I belonged. What hurt me the most was hearing him say that everything he did—every holiday...
