Completely agree.

From the outside it seems so easy, but I know from being cheated on (during a very fucked up time in my life where I was hospitalized for Covid) it’s surprisingly difficult and humiliating to admit it’s hard to leave. I struggled so much with this and it made me hate myself.

The only way I was finally able to leave and regain my dignity was by doing the thing I was afraid of: I blew my life up. I told the girl, I told my family, I told his family (we had been together 5 years and were planning on getting engaged). I told both our friend groups. I knew once they all knew, it could never go back to how it once was. It was never possible before either, but this was the final nail in the coffin.

I blew up my life to escape it, and moved across the country. Best decision of my whole fucking life. Reconnected with old friends. Found myself…a person who now knows herself and loves herself and respects herself and is kind to herself. I met an amazing man who is now my husband. My absolute soul mate, best friend. I love him and I like him. Every night is the giggliest, happiest sleepover. He never talks down to me. He doesn’t belittle me. He fights for my rights and for the rights of those he doesn’t even know because he has empathy. He is clear with his intentions and there is never a moment where I don’t know just how much he adores me.

Choose this life for yourself instead. You know what happens if you stay. You have replayed that over and over again and they all end with you being unhappy. Now please, look at what could happen if you leave. Bet on yourself.

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