A Quiet Resolution
That night, I lay in bed, hand resting on my belly as the baby moved beneath it. My husband turned toward me, regret softening his face. He said little, but the silence between us felt different—less heavy, less dismissive.
I don’t know what the future holds. Change can be slow, or it may never come. But I know this:
I am strong.
Not because someone finally said it aloud, but because I always have been. Carrying life, carrying responsibility, carrying myself forward when others would not.
