You’ll get divorced in your 20s with five kids under nine and zero dollars to your name.
Do it anyway.
You’ll have no degree because the cult said school was for sinners and Jesus was coming back by 2011.
Do it anyway.
You’ll lose the house, the church, the friends who call you Jezebel behind your back.
Do it anyway.
You’ll stand in the welfare office shaking while the clerk asks why your husband’s income is blank.
Do it anyway.
You’ll tell five tiny humans their daddy isn’t coming home and watch their faces break in real time.
Do it anyway.
You’ll be too proud to ask for help and too broke not to.
Do it anyway.
You’ll feel like the biggest failure that ever lived.
Do it anyway.
Because staying would have killed the last living part of you.
Because one day you’ll wake up and the air won’t taste like terror anymore.
Because your daughters will grow up knowing they never have to shrink for any man.
Because your sons will learn what respect actually looks like.
I’m the cautionary tale they warned you about in Bible study.
And I’ve never been freer.
Get divorced anyway.
