The fallout was harsh, with relatives calling me selfish. Megan comforted me, reminding me that I hadn’t changed — they had.
They couldn’t accept the version of me who built a life far from home, so they chose to shut me out instead of adjusting. It still hurts to see wedding photos and remember what Dylan and I once shared.
But I’ve accepted that sometimes, even family can decide you no longer fit into their world.
I’ve stopped chasing their approval and started focusing on those who value me — like Megan and my friends in Portland.
I may have lost my twin, but I’ve gained clarity about who truly wants me in their life, and that’s where my future lies.
