20/04/2025
I admire women who leave. Period. I don’t care if you left the first time he disrespected you, or if it took 12 years, 6 breakups, 3 "I'm sorry, I'll change"s, and a thousand silent tears behind closed doors—I admire that. Because you know what? Leaving isn’t easy. People love to say “just walk away” like that doesn’t come with pain, guilt, fear, confusion, or even grief. But choosing to leave something familiar—even when it’s toxic—is a radical act of self-love.
I don’t care how long it took you. If people called you stupid, weak, naive for staying—ignore them. They don’t understand the emotional and psychological layers it takes to finally wake up one day and say, “I can’t do this anymore.” You might have loved him with your whole heart, saw a future, had kids together, sacrificed pieces of yourself just to keep it all together—but when you chose you, you did something powerful. You reclaimed your life. You took your power back.
And to anyone watching from the sidelines, let me say this: Don’t you ever judge a woman for the time it took her to leave. Celebrate her for the moment she finally did. That’s courage. That’s healing. That’s real growth. And to the woman who’s still in the middle of it, still thinking maybe he'll change, still weighing her heart against her peace—you'll get there. And when you do, I promise you, the freedom on the other side is worth every step it took to get out.
So yeah, I admire women who leave. Who broke the cycle. Who stopped the bleeding. Who packed their bags—whether physically, emotionally, or spiritually—and said “enough.” You are not weak. You are not late. You are dope as hell for saving yourself.