You sit at the kitchen table, staring at the same floral wallpaper you picked out decades ago. The same house. The same routine. The same man across from you, flipping through the morning paper as if you weren’t even there. A lifetime has passed, children raised, anniversaries celebrated, vacations taken. On the outside, your life looks like a success.
But inside?
Inside, you feel invisible. Unheard. Unfulfilled. Unworthy of something more.
You’ve carried this feeling for years—maybe decades. You’ve told yourself to be grateful. You have a house, financial stability, a history together. But no matter how much you remind yourself of what you have, the ache doesn’t go away. Because deep down, you know this is not a marriage. This is a life sentence.
Your husband sees no problem. He’s fine with how things are. In his mind, the two of you have everything you need. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? He has what he needs.You, on the other hand, are starving for connection. For tenderness. For the simple feeling of being seen.
And then, there’s the guilt.
Guilt for wanting to leave when he hasn’t been outwardly cruel (or what he thinks is cruel). Guilt for disrupting the family, for disappointing your children—even though they’re grown. Guilt for breaking the image of the long-term marriage that others admire.
And the shame.
Shame for not leaving sooner. For staying in something that never truly felt like love. For betraying yourself year after year, hoping things would change, when deep down, you knew they never would.
I know this place all too well. I was raised Catholic, taught that marriage was forever, no matter how unhappy you were. Divorce wasn’t just frowned upon—it was a failure, a betrayal of vows, of family, of faith. I carried that weight through my own divorces, questioning whether I was selfish, ungrateful, or simply broken.
But here’s what I’ve learned:
Staying in misery does not make you noble. Sacrificing yourself for a marriage that only serves one person is not love.
And you?
You are not selfish. You are not ungrateful. You are not broken.
You are a woman who has finally stopped abandoning herself.
And I know how terrifying that is. The unknown. The potential legal battle. The judgment from people who don’t understand. The fear of being alone after so many years of defining yourself as part of a couple.
But here’s what else I know:
It is not too late for you.
You are worthy of more. Of love, of joy, of peace. Of waking up in the morning and feeling something other than numbness. Of knowing—deep in your bones—that the rest of your life belongs to you, not to someone who stopped seeing you years ago, or never really saw the real you at all.
So, if you’re ready—if even the smallest part of you is whispering, I can’t do this anymore—I invite you to take the first step.
Let’s talk.
No pressure, no expectations—just a conversation about what’s next for you. Because your story isn’t over. It’s just beginning.
Love and Light,
Michèle Heffron
Getting to the Heart – Who You Are and What You’re Meant For
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