This wasn’t about a hotel room. This was just the final straw.
I opened my phone settings and blocked them all.
Turns out, a vacation really was exactly what I needed—just not with them.
As the sun set, painting the sky with shades of pink and gold, I felt something shift inside me.
The hollow space carved by grief didn’t disappear, but something else grew. Strength. Clarity.
For the first time in years, I was free from the constant need to earn love that should have been given freely.
“To new beginnings,” I whispered, raising my glass to the setting sun.
The ocean roared in agreement.
