A love letter to the future of our children.
I stayed. Not because it was easy. Not because everything was right. But because you deserved a roof that didn’t echo with war. I stayed, even when trust was gone, even when silence felt safer than speaking. You saw smiles. You saw dinners. You saw birthdays wrapped in light. But behind it all, I was holding the line— not for me, but for you. Love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s quiet, like staying when it hurts, like choosing peace over pride. Boundaries aren’t walls. They’re bridges that protect what matters. Forgiveness isn’t weakness. It’s the strength to say, “I won’t carry this pain into your future.” You are not the reason for the silence, for the ache. You are the reason I kept going. So when you grow, and life asks you to choose— between comfort and clarity, between silence and truth— remember this: Love doesn’t always look like staying. But healing always looks like honesty.