that a wedding wasn’t important, and that we were already a family.
But for the first time, I understood what his words truly meant.
“We’re a family” when it benefited him.
“That’s your problem” when I needed protection.
I walked out of the house.
Four days later, Daniel proposed to me.
He sent the ring with a bouquet of flowers.
I sent it back.
Not because I no longer wanted to get married.
But because I finally understood that I didn’t want to marry a man who chose me only
