I Thought I Was Protecting My Son — Until the Truth About His Mother Broke Our Family

I’ll tell him everything.

About the fear.

About the insecurity.

About how loving him sometimes felt like standing on the edge of losing him.

I don’t know if he will forgive me.

I only know this:

I never stopped loving him.

And if love means anything at all, it means staying—even when you’re the one who made the mistake.

Even when the truth hurts.

Even when forgiveness isn’t guaranteed.