Because I deserve witness.
The day I filed for divorce, they called me useless.
A leech.
A woman who would not survive a month without their name.
What they did not understand was that I had already survived the worst thing a person can survive.
I had survived becoming invisible to myself.
Once you return from that, other people’s power starts to look theatrical.
A mansion is still just walls.
A surname is still just sound.
And a family built on fear will always shake when truth pulls into the driveway.
