We are currently sitting in a tiny, rented Airbnb in a town where nobody knows our names, starting our lives completely over from scratch. My face has finally healed, but the emotional scars of that dining room are going to take a long time to fade.

I lost a family last Sunday, but watching my husband choose me over the monster who raised him showed me exactly what true love looks like. We left that door slammed shut forever, and we are never looking back.

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