What Remains of Me

I thought grief would be the hardest thing I'd ever survive-until betrayal ripped what was left of me wide open.

My son died in our backyard pool. I was the one who wanted the pool.

My husband kissed another woman before my tears had even dried.

And my best friend... the one who held me through the nights I couldn't breathe? She had her own secrets buried deep beneath her comforting arms.

They broke me. Every single one of them.

But I'm not the same woman who wept at the hospital. I've stitched myself together with rage, therapy, and the quiet fire of truth.