I Spent Nearly Two Weeks Recovering From Surgery and My Husband Never Visited Once—Then I Came Home and Froze at the Front Door

Thankfully.

PART 68 — MY SCAR

The surgical scar faded.

Never disappeared.

For a long time, I disliked it.

Then stopped caring.

Gavin never called it beautiful.

I appreciated that.

It was a scar.

Evidence my body had been cut because something was seriously wrong.