It’s only been two days since I left, but I feel no urge to turn back. Daniel keeps messaging me, but I’ve stopped reading them. I’ve chosen peace, safety, and self-worth.
My child will grow up in a home where their mother isn’t ridiculed or disregarded. That night was a breaking point, but also a moment of clarity. Because now I understand: love without respect isn’t love at all—it’s control.
And I refuse to live under that disguise.
