I looked at him quietly. Not with anger, but with a calm I didn’t expect. Because long before that moment, I had seen the shift in him—the late nights, the distance in his voice, the way he looked past me instead of toward me. Something within me had already begun preparing for the possibility that I would have to stand on my own.
So months earlier, I opened a private account in my own name and moved my personal savings there. It wasn’t an act of bitterness. It was self-protection, a gentle acknowledgment that I needed to secure my future no matter what happened.
Finding Strength in an Unexpected Place
