My marriage was slowly breaking me. At first, the cracks were small—arguments that seemed harmless, misunderstandings that I thought we could resolve. But over the years, the cracks grew into chasms. My husband became distant, cold, and unpredictable. Words that once comforted now cut deep, and gestures of love disappeared entirely. I felt invisible in my own home, trapped in a life that no longer brought me joy.
Financial stress piled on top of emotional strain. I worked hard to contribute to our household, but nothing I did seemed to matter. Every effort was criticized, every opinion dismissed. Friends advised me to endure, to try harder, to pray for patience. But patience has limits, and mine was gone. The thought of leaving crossed my mind repeatedly. I imagined a life free from constant tension, a life where I could breathe and smile again.…CONTINUE READING
