Letting Go by TB Violet

I thought quitting my job would be the biggest thing today. When I walked out instead of taking the fall for a misogynistic, ego-on-stilts boss, home felt like a dream.
I should’ve felt free. Empowered. Maybe even proud. Instead, I came home to a scene that dragged up every old wound I’d buried under deadlines and exhaustion. With no job left to hide behind, the silence was deafening.
So yeah, I set a trap. I’m not proud of it, but I’m also not sorry. What I found? It wasn’t just infidelity; no, it was a full-body betrayal that sucker-punched every part of me I thought was tough. And just like that, everything I thought I could fix shattered.
Now I’m standing in the ruins of the life I built, trying to figure out who the hell I am without the labels, wife, employee, good girl. There’s grief, there’s rage, and somewhere in the middle of it all… there’s someone unexpected. He’s steady where I’m chaos, warm where I’m burning, and he looks at me like I’m still whole even when I’m pretty sure I’m not.
This isn’t a love story. Not yet. This is me, dragging myself through the heartbreak, the mess, the uncomfortable truth that I might have to let go of everything I thought I wanted to figure out what I actually need.
And maybe, just maybe I’ll find someone who sees me in the wreckage and doesn’t flinch.