I was 28 and had been married to Tom for five years. My modeling career was starting to take off, and I finally felt like I was stepping into my own. It was something I’d always dreamed of—working with amazing brands, building a portfolio, and connecting with an audience that appreciated my work. But Tom had issues with my career. Every time I posted a bikini photo, he’d sulk or make snide comments. It wasn’t like I was doing anything wrong. I was simply following my passion and doing what made me feel confident and empowered.

One night, after a successful shoot, I came home excited to share the photos. But Tom barely looked at them. Instead, he started another argument about “how it looked” for his wife to post those kinds of pictures. He couldn’t understand that this was my career, my art, and my choice. Eventually, I realized that his jealousy was holding me back. I wanted a partner who would support my ambitions, not resent them.

So, I made the hardest decision of my life—I filed for divorce. Leaving him wasn’t easy, but staying would’ve meant giving up on myself. I’ve never regretted choosing my dreams over his insecurities.