Some Days I’m Healed… Other Days I’m Shattered – Amber Opens Up About Her Rocky Marriage 😮 Full Story Below 👇

 Some Days I’m Healed… Other Days I’m Shattered – Amber Opens Up About Her Rocky Marriage 😮

[Scene: A cozy outdoor restaurant patio. Amber and her artist sit across from each other. Plates are being cleared as the sun sets. The conversation suddenly turns deep.]

Artist:
Man, I gotta say, Amber, you got a glow about you tonight. But at the same time… something’s sitting heavy on you.

Amber:
(soft chuckle) A glow and a burden? Yeah… that’s about right.

Artist:
I mean, don’t get me wrong, the ring shining bright. The vibe look like love. But I can see it in your eyes—you holding something in.

Amber:
(sighs deeply) Yeah… the ring’s back on. We’re trying again. But truth? Some days I feel like I’m whole again. Like I’m healed, like I can breathe.

Artist:
And other days?

Amber:
Other days… (pauses, voice breaking) I’m shattered. Like I’m picking up the same broken pieces over and over, cutting my hands on the same glass.

Artist:
Damn… that’s deep. But listen, you ain’t wrong for feeling that. You went through betrayal. That’s not something you just sweep under a rug.

Amber:
Exactly. People think once you say “I forgive you,” it’s done. But no… forgiveness is daily. Some mornings I wake up grateful for another chance with him. Some nights, I lay there replaying everything he did, wondering if I’m a fool.

Artist:
Nah, you ain’t no fool. You’re human. You love. You fight. That’s real.

Amber:
But is it enough? That’s the question. Because love alone doesn’t erase pain. And I can’t lie—sometimes I’m scared the shattered part of me will always be louder than the healed part.

Artist:
(sincerely) Let me tell you something. Healing ain’t about silencing the pain. It’s about learning to carry it without letting it crush you. And from what I see? You carrying it like a queen.

Amber:
(smiles faintly) You really believe that?

Artist:
I know it. Look, the fact that you even put that ring back on shows strength. You didn’t just give up, and you didn’t let bitterness steal your future. You still betting on love—do you know how rare that is?

Amber:
Maybe. But sometimes I don’t feel strong. Sometimes I feel like the broken pieces are all people see.

Artist:
Not me. I see a woman fighting for what she wants. And yeah, it’s messy. Yeah, it’s painful. But God didn’t bring you this far just to leave you in pieces.

Amber:
(teary-eyed, nods) You right. Some days I’m healed… other days I’m shattered. But maybe that’s just what healing looks like.

Artist:
Exactly. And every day you choose to get back up, you winning. Don’t ever forget that.

Amber:
(smiling through tears) Thank you… I needed to hear that.

Artist:
Anytime. Now wipe those tears—our food’s about to come back, and I don’t want nobody thinking I made the star cry.

Amber:
(laughs softly) Too late. But it feels good this time.