At 30, I never imagined I’d be filing for divorce. I had always been the romantic type, believing in the idea of love lasting forever. But after three years of marriage, I knew something was wrong. The emotional distance between my husband and me was impossible to ignore. He was distant, and I was left feeling neglected and unimportant. We had different goals, different dreams, and it was clear to me that we were no longer compatible.

Leaving him was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. It wasn’t just the end of a relationship—it was the end of the life I thought I would have. But what I didn’t expect was the sense of relief that came with it. I felt free. I started rediscovering things I had put aside, like my love for photography and spending time with friends. I also took the opportunity to travel and gain new experiences.

In the years that followed, I’ve learned that divorce doesn’t have to be a negative event. It can be a path to self-discovery and growth. I’ve learned to love myself more and focus on building the life I truly want. I now know that I don’t need a partner to feel complete; I am enough on my own. Divorce at 30 wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning of a whole new adventure.