Just Three Months After My Wedding, My Face Was in a Horrible Condition. My Husband No Longer Kissed Me, and My Mother-in-Law Changed My Pillowcase Every Day, Saying, “With a Face Like That, You Won’t Stay by My Son’s Side for Long.” One Night, I Accidentally Overheard Her Telling My Husband, “If You Can’t Get Rid of Her, I’ll Do It Myself.”

Over the following months, my skin gradually improved with treatment, although the marks on my cheeks were still visible.

One Sunday, Martha invited me to a women’s meeting at the support center.

At first, I refused.

Then I changed my mind.

There were women of different ages there, some with scars, others with physical changes caused by illness, and others rebuilding their lives after painful divorces.

When it was my turn to speak, I simply said,

“For a long time, I thought people had stopped loving me because my face had changed. Now I understand that my face only revealed who was capable of loving me when life became difficult.”

Martha was sitting in the front row.

She was crying.

Even today, we are still learning how to understand each other.

My relationship with Mike is also still a work in progress. I’m no longer rushing to make everything right simply because I’m afraid of being alone.