Disclaimer: This story is a personal reflection based on my own lived experiences. The views expressed are my own feelings and interpretations at the time.
She leaned over my shoulder one night while I was texting my son goodnight.
Within seconds, everything changed.
Her eyes narrowed, her tone sharpened “Who are you saying you love?”
I remember freezing. It wasn’t anger that hit me first, it was confusion.
I’d just messaged my son, good night, love you.
But in her mind, that simple message...