Chapter 8 - The Reclamation
The house in the suburbs was changing. I had renovated the living room, tearing down the wall that had felt like a cage for ten years. I filled the space with art that I loved, furniture that felt comfortable, and light that reached every corner.
I started dating, slowly. Not because I needed someone to define me, but because I was curious about what it was like to be with someone who actually saw me. I met a man named Julian, an architect who appreciated the structure and the detail in everything. We talked for hours—about design, about business, about the way the world worked.
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He didn't ask me to be supportive. He didn't ask me to manage his life. He asked me what I thought.
For the first time in a decade, I didn't have to perform. I could just be.
