The drive home was silent, each of us cocooned in our private thoughts. But my resolve had crystallized during those quiet moments. I needed to break free from the toxic cycle of mockery and insults. The next morning, fueled by the previous night’s indignation, I started taking steps towards my transformation—not just physically, but emotionally and mentally.

First, I sought out support from friends and family, confiding in them about my decision to change my life. Their encouragement bolstered my determination, giving me the courage to face what was to come. I also started therapy, where I began to unravel years of emotional suppression. It wasn’t easy facing the truths about my marriage, but it was a necessary step towards healing and empowerment.