They Called Me a Saint—Then Her Phone Exposed Who I Really Was

when enduring isn’t convenient.

Three months later, the house is still quiet.

The bills are still real.

Her memorial posts still pop up in my feed, full of hearts and angel emojis and quotes about eternal love.

Sometimes I stare at them and feel nothing.

Sometimes I feel everything.

But here’s what changed:

I stopped chasing the version of myself that made continue reading …