Her parents were stunned, guilt etched on their faces as they realized their part in it. It wasn’t pretty, but it was real. Over time, therapy helped mend the cracks, and we rebuilt trust—slowly.
Now, the dinners happen at our house. Together, we’ve started new traditions. As we sat down during one of the dinners, my wife looked at me, her eyes soft with gratitude, and said, “Thank you for not giving up on me.”
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