why my boundaries mattered.

One evening, Daniel emailed me.

I finally understand what I lost.

I stared at those words.

Years earlier, I would have responded.

I would have explained.

Argued.

Written paragraphs trying to make him understand what he had done.

Instead, I deleted the email.

Then I poured myself a glass of wine and watched the sunset turn the mountains gold.

Daniel had spent years insisting that Claire was only his friend.

Eventually, I believed him.

Because another woman had never been the deepest betrayal.

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