HALFWAY ISN’T HOME

Some people open the door just enough to keep you near—
but never enough to let you in.

It looks warm. Inviting. Hopeful.
But it was never a place you were meant to step into—let alone stay.

And there you are, standing at the edge,
holding yourself together,
willing to sacrifice,
willing to give,
waiting for an invitation that never comes.

What they don’t realize is this:
a cracked door is still a boundary.
And whether it’s family, friends, or someone who once held your heart—
the impact is the same.
Half-open is a game.
And it’s one no one should play.

So the next time you find yourself outside a half-open door,
do yourself a favor—
take a breath,
look around,
and remind yourself:

“This isn’t where I’m meant to be.”

Then turn around.
Don’t knock again.
Don’t wait.

We don’t belong at doors that are cracked or closed.
We belong where the welcome is clear.
Where the opening is real.
Where love doesn’t hesitate.

And from now on?
Stop knocking on doors that come with warning signs on the fence.
Don’t even go near the driveway.

“Peace lives on thresholds I no longer wait at.”

—Angela
the voice beneath Daughter, Unwritten.