There’s a moment in every woman’s life — sometimes quiet, sometimes earth‑shattering — when she realises she can’t keep living the way she has been. For me, that moment didn’t arrive as a single event. It came as a series of whispers. A tightening in my chest. A heaviness I couldn’t name. A sense that I had drifted far from myself without noticing. For a long time, I lived inside a marriage that felt slightly off‑balance. Not broken, not unbearable — just… rocky. Uneven. Like