But the woman I’d become in that chapel—the one who’d stood up and told the truth and refused to be ashamed—she wasn’t going anywhere. She was here to stay.
And for the first time in my life, I was exactly who I wanted to be.
“I Woke Up Bald on My Wedding Day With a Cruel Note From My Dad — But My Groom Said, ‘Trust Me… I Have a Plan.’”
the Blue Ridge Mountains, toward the house we’d bought together, toward all the mornings I’d wake up and not have to wonder whether today would be the day my father found a new way to make me feel small. My hair would grow back eventually.
