We started talking more openly about his mother, sharing old memories instead of avoiding them, and little by little the nightmares became less frequent. Watching him regain pieces of himself made me understand an important truth: anyone who sees a grieving child as a burden or competition has no place in our lives. I may have lost a marriage, but I gained clarity about what truly matters.
In the end, choosing my son was never a sacrifice—it was the easiest and most important decision I could ever make. END HERE
