Walking Home
Chapter 1: A New Beginning
It was a cold morning in 2012 when I made the decision to leave. My son, barely three years old, had no idea that his life, and mine, was about to change forever. For years, I had endured the torment of an abusive relationship—physically, emotionally, mentally. I had tried to convince myself that it was all normal, that the love was supposed to hurt. But one day, something inside me snapped. I could no longer accept it. I couldn’t stay in a toxic environment where I had no voice, no sense of self, no future. It was time to walk away.
