To the Woman Tethered to an Angry Man

 

You’ve spent so much of your life tiptoeing.

Watching his moods. 
Soothing his outbursts. 
Bracing for the next explosion—whether it’s words, silence, or something worse.

You’ve questioned your own memory. 
Doubted your instincts. 
Apologized for things that weren’t your fault.

Because when you live with anger, 
you learn to minimize yourself in hopes of minimizing the damage.

But love—his anger is not your responsibility. 
His pain is not your burden to absorb. 
His healing is not your job.

You are not crazy. 
You are not overreacting. 
You are not the problem.

You deserve a life where safety is the default—not the reward for good behavior.

This retreat is a place where no one raises their voice. 
Where you can unclench. Unmask. Unravel.

Where your “too much” is met with compassion, not contempt.

You do not have to stay small to survive here.

You are allowed to breathe. 
To be witnessed. 
To be free.

We’ll hold your hand while you remember what that feels like.