That’s what I told myself when, in the midst of building a home with my husband in Mexico, I met the man I knew I was meant to spend the rest of my life with.

Maybe in another life, I thought.

But the truth was, for years, I smiled and strived my way through a sexless and lonely marriage, never admitting my unhappiness to anyone―not even to myself. I thought that if I just tried harder, everything would fall into place.

But as the voice inside me grew louder, I realized I had two choices: keep pretending everything’s fine and my needs don’t matter, or confront everything I thought I knew about love, loyalty, and my own limits.

This memoir isn't about trading one life or one man for another―it’s about the painful, beautiful process of coming home to oneself.

And this isn't just my story. It's for anyone who’s ever found themselves in a cage of their own making—and for those who are ready to break free.