Time passed,and slowly—through small gestures and unspoken understanding—my children began to soften.Eventually, forgiveness didn’t come all at once, but something gentler did: acceptance. When Mia jokingly asked about the wedding, and the boys didn’t object,
I knew we were healing.We married in a small ceremony, surrounded by the very people who had once been torn apart. It wasn’t just my second chance—it was all of ours.Would you like a version that’s even shorter, like for a social media caption or logline?
