But eventually, I realized she hadn’t made wedding vows to me.
Elon had.
He was the one who owed me honesty.
And I’d finally received it.
One morning in late November, I sat at my parents’ kitchen counter writing a list.
I’ve always made lists.
Groceries.
Appointments.
Bills.
Things Sophie needed.
For months, every item had been about someone else.
That morning, I wrote:
Sophie’s bottles.
Work presentation at two.
Groceries.
Then I stopped.
I looked at the page.
And added one more item.
**Something for me.**
I stared at those three words.
They seemed almost unfamiliar.
My mother walked past carrying coffee.
She glanced down.
Then smiled.
“I like that last one.”
“So do I,” I answered.
That afternoon, I enrolled in a beginner pottery class at the community center.
I’d wanted to try pottery for years.
But there had always been something more important.
