I couldn\u2019t escape the replay: my voice, the sharpness of that single word, the small flicker in her eyes before she shut the door behind them. I had always treated her strength like a guarantee, mistaking reliability for immunity. She cooked, she planned, she remembered birthdays and doctor\u2019s appointments, smoothed over conflicts before they ever had a name. I thought that meant she didn\u2019t need gentleness directed at her. I was wrong.<\/p>\n
When I finally approached her, I didn\u2019t come armed with justifications. I came with the admission that I had been careless with the person who had been careful with me for years. I described the ways I\u2019d overlooked her effort, how I\u2019d reduced her to a role instead of seeing her as a person. She didn\u2019t rush to absolve me. She simply listened, exhausted. In that quiet, I understood: love without respect is just dependency dressed up as devotion. She hadn\u2019t become distant; I had finally noticed the distance my neglect had created.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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