Every adult is accountable for their own decisions.
Marina was responsible for hers.
Andrew was responsible for his.
And I was no longer willing to pay for their mistakes with my own life.
Six months later, I managed to rent a small apartment near my workplace.
On my first evening there, I sat beside an open window, drinking tea and listening to the sounds of the city.
For the first time in a very long while, I didn’t have to keep checking the clock, wondering why my husband was late, or trying to guess who he was whispering to on the phone.
I still didn’t know what my future would look like.
Perhaps there would be long months of loneliness, disappointment, and difficult decisions ahead.
But one thing had become absolutely clear to me.
