I am tired of this life. My life has no meaning again.Mum if you see this sorry that I am such a disappointment it wasn’t my intention. I wish I would have done better but it seems this is goodbye. #iamsorry I just can’t bear it anymore
“I was fifty years old when my husband decided to “find himself.”
Not with me.
With another woman. Younger.
He said it seriously, as if he were announcing a spiritual awakening.
He needed freedom.
Purpose.
To finally “live for himself.”
I listened without screaming.
Not out of pride.
Out of exhaustion.
The exhaustion of someone who carried everyday life for years.
The silences. The “oops, I forgot.”
The exhaustion of being present… while the other was already elsewhere.
When he left, he asked me:
“And you—what will you do now?”
I answered calmly:
“Live.
What I never truly had time to do.”
I stayed.
Not empty.
Just free.
The next day I went to the hairdresser.
To the bank.
And then to the pastry shop to buy that dessert I always postponed for “another time.”
That evening I opened Facebook.
Not to look for someone.
Just to see if I still existed.
Not as “someone’s wife.”
But as myself.
That night I fell asleep in peace.
No promises.
No plans.
Just a heart that was finally breathing.
Because sometimes, true rebirth doesn’t begin with someone else.
It begins when a woman chooses herself.
And one thing is certain:
She no longer asks permission to live.
She no longer settles for crumbs.
She deserves the whole table.”
Credit: Monica Smith