But the choice?
No.
I don’t regret that.
Because when I finally stepped away, I learned something I wish someone had told me much earlier:
You can love people and still refuse to be used.
You can have compassion and still have boundaries.
You can walk away, and it doesn’t make you cruel.
It makes you honest.
And if you’re reading this, or listening, or watching from wherever you are—if you’re the one who always pays, always fixes, always swallows the discomfort so everyone else can stay comfortable—please hear me:
You’re not selfish for wanting your life back.
You’re just done.
And being done is sometimes the beginning of everything.
