But truth be told, I’ve never questioned her long, drawn-out heartbreak. How would I know what it’s like to be lied to your whole life, to live for a man only to have it all be a falsehood? But recently, I find myself wondering more and more. Because sure, her heart was broken, and my dad was the scum of the earth to her, but looking back, there were signs. Red flags. And maybe that’s the reality—there are always red flags. It’s just the shade of red and the size of the flag that matters. But if you put on rose-colored glasses, the shades of red all mesh together.
