The room stayed silent, not out of discomfort this time, but because his words left no room for argument.
We left shortly after, stepping into the cold night air with a strange mix of relief and emotion.
That Christmas didn’t end with dramatic confrontations or grand apologies, but it did change something important. It became the moment I realized that support doesn’t always come in loud gestures.
Sometimes, it comes quietly—standing beside you, choosing you, and showing that respect matters more than tradition.
