I named her Veronica because she feels like the other woman silent, seductive, always waiting to steal pieces of him away. She’s not flesh and blood, but a poison that seeps deep into the cracks of our marriage. She promises escape, numbs the pain, and demands nothing but his loyalty. And with every drink, I lose a little more of the man I loved.

This isn’t just a fight against addiction it’s a battle for his soul, for my family, and for the shattered pieces of my own heart.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

"I love you, but I love me more."

For years, I believed marriage had no back door that staying meant survival, even when love turned toxic. But real love doesn’t destroy. Real love heals, nurtures, and grows. I learned that choosing myself wasn’t selfish it was necessary.

Choosing God first, loving myself deeply, and giving love freely became my path to freedom. And now, when I think of future love, I know this: I will meet it fully awake, fully me no masks, no “have-to’s,” just a love that honors who I am and what I’ve fought to become.

Because the most important fight I ever waged was not just for my marriage it was for my life.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.