“Why do women glow like they’ve just dropped the world’s heaviest backpack post-divorce?”
Think it’s because we’re rolling in dough from the settlement?
You’ve been watching too many soap operas.
I walked away from my marriage without a penny in alimony or child support. My glow-up isn’t fueled by cash; it’s powered by the sheer relief of ditching a human anchor.
Imagine spending over a decade tethered to the most insufferably selfish person — eight years in a suffocating marriage followed by five grueling years in a legal battle just to sever ties.
The courtroom didn’t see the non-physical scars he left, and only when he lost his live-in scapegoat (me) did he begin to feign interest in our child.
Every day felt like an episode of the worst reality show, with a husband who doubled as a hostile life coach. Dodging his emotional manipulation was a daily ordeal, a true test of endurance and wit.
Escaping wasn’t just leaving a husband but breaking out of an emotional Alcatraz.
Seriously, I had no idea that not living with a human raincloud would be so uplifting. My bank account didn’t get any fatter — he made sure of that. But the weight off my chest? Tremendous!