For over a decade, I thought my marriage to Eric was built on love and partnership. But as the years went by, the imbalance became impossible to ignore. I was juggling work, household responsibilities, and raising our children, while Eric’s contribution rarely extended beyond his paycheck. I felt exhausted, unappreciated, and invisible.
The breaking point came when I asked for just one hour to myself. His dismissive response—“Moms don’t get breaks”—was a painful reminder of how little my efforts mattered. It was then I realized I deserved better.
When Eric suggested we have a third child, despite knowing how overwhelmed I already was, I knew I had to make a change. I chose to walk away, determined to create a life where my efforts were valued and my needs respected.
Leaving was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made, but it was also the most empowering. With the love of my children and a newfound sense of self-worth, I’ve rebuilt my life on my own terms.
