That luxury trip was supposed to remind me of love. Instead, it taught me about worth.
It taught me that no ocean view can fix what empathy should. That you can be surrounded by beauty and still feel utterly invisible. And that sometimes, the most expensive vacations reveal the cheapest kind of love.
I once believed love meant endurance. Now I know it means mutual care. I once thought peace came from keeping the relationship intact. Now I know peace comes from walking away when someone confuses your loyalty for weakness.
It took a luxury vacation to expose the truth I’d been avoiding for years.
I didn’t ruin our marriage — I simply stopped pretending it was still alive.
And in that quiet moment, with the sound of waves still in my ears, I finally chose something better than love that hurt.
I chose peace — and I haven’t looked back since.
