In the days that followed, relief and sorrow blended together.
My marriage had not been a lie, but grief had forced me to question everything. I began writing my own journal, recording what truly happened so I would never forget the strength it took to seek truth in the middle of heartbreak. Greg had been imperfect, loving, and loyal in the ways that mattered, and his words in those journals reminded me of that devotion again and again.
Though someone tried to rewrite my memory of him, I chose to hold onto what was real.
Love, even when tested by loss and cruelty, had been the true story all along.
