…age for years, I blew it up spectacularly not long after I turned 40. There would be no going back. I didn’t do this consciously, but somehow, I must have known that I was never going to be who I wanted to be—who I could be—if I stayed. I had to jump off the cliff, into the fire, over the edge.
I love this, Shannon. As someone who chose to leave a relationship, not as a trophy wife, but because I felt stifled and inhibited, I totally relate to this. I had the opportunity to become a trophy wife once, and I chose not to. Reading your story reminded me why my heart said no, even though my material loving self — my safety seeking self — wanted to say yes. Thanks for your bravery!