My husband arrived at my door with my cousin, two babies, and a smug grin, declaring, ‘She lives here now.’ I handed him the keys, smiled back, and said “HOPE YOU ENJOY THE HOUSE UNTIL TOMORROW”

Three months later, I changed the living room.

Not dramatically.

Just enough.

New furniture. Different lighting. The rug replaced with something simpler, something I didn’t have to protect like it was symbolic of anything.

It wasn’t about redecorating.

It was about reclaiming.

Space reflects what you accept.

And I wasn’t accepting that version of my life continue reading …