Later in life, I agreed to marry a man with disability — there was no love between us

spent most of her life chasing a version of love that always seemed just out of reach. Some men betrayed me, leaving scars that lingered long after they were gone, while others treated me as a brief stop, a passing acquaintance along the road to somewhere else. Every heartbreak added another layer of caution to my soul, and through it all, I watched continue reading …