Unloved, I Heal Myself
Language: en
On my way home from work, I stopped by the local market to pick up everything I needed. When I got home, I followed a recipe online and made myself a batch of crispy pork bites. Just as I ladled the last golden-brown piece into a bowl, I told my fiancé we were through. It felt like only seconds passed before both sets of our parents descended on my apartment, surrounding me like a tribunal. “Was it really necessary?” As they all stared at me, bewildered, I popped the last piece of pork into my mouth, chewed slowly, and swallowed. “Yes,” I said, my voice quiet but firm. “It was.” ...