Months later, I understood something important. Love isn’t about how much you give. It’s about how that giving is respected.
At dinner one night, my aunt raised her glass and said, “The prenup didn’t save you from pain.”
“No,” I replied. “It saved me from a lifetime of it.”
And that was the truth.
The real damage wasn’t the request for 200,000 dollars.
It was realizing how close I came to mistaking a trap for a future.
Luckily, I saw it in time.
I didn’t make it to the altar.
But I found my way back to myself.
