That night, something in me shifted. I started taking small steps instead of waiting for clarity to magically appear. I helped more around the house, began working again, and focused on becoming someone who contributes, not just exists. It wasn’t easy, but it felt right. Slowly, I started understanding the value of effort over ego.

Now, when I see her supporting her parents or celebrating her hard-earned success, I no longer feel resentment—I feel pride. She taught me that real partnership isn’t measured in equal paychecks but in shared purpose, respect, and growth. And in finding myself, I finally found what love truly means: standing beside each other, both giving our best in different ways.