The Quiet Fears We Carry Into Love
At 39, I carried my own unspoken doubts into our marriage. Not about him, but about myself. I worried that my past had made me harder, less open. I wondered if my chance at deep love had already passed and I was only pretending to be brave.
We sat there that night and spoke about all of it.
The relationships that taught us what we did not want. The disappointments that shaped our defenses. The fear of asking for too much or offering too little.
It became clear that Steve was not the only one who had been holding back parts of himself. I had simply learned to hide my fears more neatly.
What surprised me most was how freeing it felt to lay everything on the table. No careful wording. No protection. Just truth.
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