I never thought I would be the kind of woman who hired someone to stand beside her at a party. But after Ryan left, I was tired of walking into rooms feeling like everyone could see every insult he had ever planted in my head.
For weeks, his words followed me everywhere.
You’re not attractive enough anymore.
He had said it like it was a fact. Like motherhood, age, stress, and fifteen years of marriage had somehow made me less worthy of being loved. I knew I should have dismissed it, but when someone you trusted says something cruel enough times, part of you starts checking the mirror for proof.