The Strength They Never Saw — Until It Was Too Late

At 34, I married Ellis—a kind, steady man who saw me for who I really was.

On my wedding day, I hoped maybe—just maybe—my parents would finally see me too.

But they beamed at Deacon. Took photos with him. Told stories of his “growth.” He hadn’t helped plan a thing. But as usual, he basked in the spotlight.

I stood quietly. Swallowed it. Until it was time for my speech.

What I Finally Said

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