When I told my grandmother that my husband was unfaithful, she simply smiled and asked, “Carrot, egg, or coffee?” – story-veterans.com

The same rain that had followed me there that morning.

But something inside me felt different now.

Stronger.

Clearer.

In the darkness, I made a quiet promise to myself.

I would no longer soften for someone who kept hurting me.

And I would not harden into someone I no longer recognized.

I would become the coffee.

And for the first time in a very long while…

I slept in peace.