PART 3
I looked down at my hands.
“I suppose I am.”
Priya leaned back.
“No, Mara. You’re deciding whether you want to keep protecting a marriage that may already have been built around your willingness to protect everyone else.”
Her words hurt because they were true.
For seven years, I had believed that marriage meant carrying more when the other person was struggling.
I had believed that if Caleb failed, I should help him stand.
If Vivian needed something, I should help because she was family.
If there was a problem, I should solve it.
I had confused being dependable with being obligated.