The Dinner That Taught Me to Stand Up for Myself—Without Losing a Friend

She looked down, then nodded. “You’re right. I just didn’t listen.”

The moment grew quiet—honest, not tense.

“I guess I assumed we’d do what we always do,” she said. “I didn’t think about how that might feel for you.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I just wanted to enjoy our time without stressing.”

She smiled. “Fair enough. Next time, tacos?”

“Tacos sound perfect.”Continue reading…