She had promised herself many times that this would be THE time. The time she’d break free.
Each time, it hadn’t happened. Mollified by promises to reform, impassioned pleas to stay because he would change. He didn’t. It would happen again. She’d feel terrified and worthless. Lack of self-belief tied her to him like invisible thread. At first, it was beautiful, magical; now, it imprisoned her to a hollow life of desperation and failure.
Not this time. She had to go. She loved him but it was destroying her.
Wednesday. She’d leave then. Definitely.