He had to learn that being Grace’s father was a responsibility, not a reward for regretting his past.
And I had to learn that protecting my peace did not require me to be cruel.
Months later, I received an invitation to a small business event. I had recently begun working on a project of my own, and a colleague encouraged me to attend.
I almost declined because I was nervous about being in a room full of successful people.
Then I remembered how many opportunities I had once rejected because I was waiting for Daniel.
I bought a simple dress, arranged for my mother to watch Grace, and went.
That evening, I met people who were interested in my ideas. I exchanged contacts, discussed possible partnerships, and returned home feeling excited about a future I was creating for myself.
It was not a dramatic victory.
No one applauded me for surviving heartbreak. No music played as I walked through the door.
