Why I Was Vulnerable, Part II

The heart can make idols of even our most beautiful longings.

This piece is a continuation of the story I began in Why I Was Vulnerable. That post explored the emotional ground beneath the affair—how grief, narrowing hopes, and unmet longings can create openings for someone to walk in and take up more space than they should.

This post picks up from there.

It’s more personal. More specific. For that reason, I’ve placed it behind the paywall—not to be exclusive, but to protect the tenderness of what follows. Some parts of the story simply ask for quieter company.

Thanks for understanding.

❤️, Jill