I didn’t lose a husband—I lost the weight of someone who couldn’t carry love the way I deserved. For years, I tried to make things work, convincing myself that love was about patience, compromise, and endurance. I silenced my own needs, made excuses for his indifference, and carried the weight of a one-sided marriage on my shoulders. But love isn’t supposed to feel like a burden.

I remember the exact moment I knew I had to leave. It wasn’t a dramatic fight or some final betrayal—it was the quiet realization that I was lonelier with him than I would ever be without him. I had spent so much time trying to hold us together that I never stopped to ask if I even wanted to anymore.

The day I walked away, I felt lighter. Not because it was easy, but because I had finally chosen myself. I stopped measuring my worth by someone else’s inability to love me properly. I stopped carrying his shortcomings as if they were my own.

Divorce wasn’t my failure; it was my freedom. And in that freedom, I discovered something beautiful—I was never hard to love. I was simply loving the wrong person. Now, I stand taller, breathe easier, and know that the love I deserve is out there. But most importantly, I have it within myself.