“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love him,” I tell my mom. “How do I protect him? How do I keep him safe?” “Oh, honey,” my mom says softly. “You don’t. It’s not your job to stop everything life will throw at the two of you. You couldn’t even if you tried. It’s your job to hold his hand. To stay at his side and work through it together. You’ll heal each other over time whenever anything bad happens. That’s just how it goes. As long as he knows you’re there for him, there with him, he’ll always feel safe.”
