Not because I want the story to define our lives, but because I never want to forget the lesson hidden inside its worst moment.
When Greg drove away, I thought he had taken all the power with him.
He had the warm car.
He had the keys.
He had chosen where he was going while I stood stranded in the snow.
But the real turning point came after his taillights disappeared.
I stopped waiting for him to choose me.
And I started making choices for myself and my child.
