Rants to the world .Rants to the universe . Rants to the wall .Rants to the dark room which I lock myself in.Rants to people that tick me off or even rants to rants....Just Rants.
For four years, she lived as a forgotten wife in her own marriage.
She had entered it young and patient, believing understanding could fill the spaces where love was missing. She waited. She adjusted. She faded. Days passed without words, nights without warmth, and slowly she realized she was no longer living-only enduring.
The day her patience broke was quiet. No arguments, no tears-just clarity. Staying meant losing herself completely.
So she chose freedom.
Leaving gave her a second chance at life, at happiness, at becoming whole again. But the past does not release its hold so easily. Memories linger, scars ache, and broken love has a way of following you.
She was ready to live again.
But would her past let her?