The thing nobody tells you about the decision
You already know it's the right thing to do before you decide to do it. That's the part nobody talks about, the months, sometimes years, you spend knowing, and still not moving, because knowing and doing are separated by everything you were raised to protect. The marriage. The family's face. The idea that a woman who leaves has failed at the one thing she was most supposed to succeed at. You sit with that knowledge like a stone in your chest, and you learn to breathe around it.
