Over the next three weeks, I organized two major events and prepared a plan to rebuild my business.
Then one Saturday morning, I saw Ben sitting at the table with Olive.
— I’ve made a decision.
He stood up.
— We can do this after the school year ends.
— I’ll be as ready as I can be, Ben.
Olive looked at both of us.
— Are we moving?
I sat beside her.
— We’re considering a new place because Dad’s job could give us more time together. But first you need to finish the school year, and we’re going to plan everything as a family.
She thought for a moment.
— Will I be able to play soccer at my new school?
— Yes.
— And can my room be green?
Ben looked at me.
— That’s something you’ll have to discuss with the paint department, sweetheart.
She smiled and went back to watching her cartoon.
Ben waited until she left the room.
— Are you sure, Chels?
— Yes. Because now it’s my decision too.
He nodded.
— Then we’ll do it together.
A few months later, I was sitting in the kitchen of our new home, replying to an email, when Ben came home before sunset.
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Olive was sitting at the table doing her homework.
— When’s dinner? — he asked.
— Seven.
— I can help. What should I chop?
His phone buzzed.
My stomach automatically tightened.
Ben read the message and replied.
— What is it?
— They wanted me to come in for a shift on Friday.
— And?
— I said no.
No long explanations.
He simply put the phone down.
Then mine buzzed.
A client wanted me to work at an event this Friday.
I looked at Ben.
— They offered me a job…
— I’m off. Take it, sweetheart. Olive and I will figure something out.
A year ago, I would have completely changed my life around his needs before he even had the chance to ask me for anything.
This time, I didn’t.
— I will.
For eleven years, I thought love meant quietly adjusting yourself until the other person didn’t even notice how much those compromises cost you.
I was done with that kind of love.
Ben didn’t take me to Oregon.
I didn’t follow him.
We built something new — together.
