I never imagined that falling in love would come with this much baggage.
I’m 30 now, and I’ve spent the last few years building a life I’m proud of. I run my own small but growing business, and I’ve worked for everything I have. I didn’t come from money, not even close. My mom raised me alone after my dad passed. We didn’t have much, but she gave me everything that mattered. Values, strength, and a fighting spirit.
Then I met Daniel. He’s five years younger than I, and yes, I know that makes some people raise their eyebrows, but we connected in a way that felt effortless. Real. He saw me, respected me, loved me, or at least, I thought we were solid.
