For so many years, it felt like no matter where I went, his shadow followed me. The fear, the control, the constant thought: what if he shows up?

But here’s the truth: he can’t follow me everywhere. Not to the USA. Not across oceans, borders, and the laws that protect me. His criminal record is his prison, not mine.

💭 Imagine that freedom.
Knowing there are places he simply cannot go.
Knowing I can step onto new soil and breathe without looking over my shoulder.
Knowing the distance isn’t just miles—it’s safety.

I don’t have to stay where his presence lingers. I can choose the other side of the world. I can choose a country where he’s not allowed through the door.

That’s more than travel. That’s more than moving house. That’s liberation. 🌱

✨ He can’t follow me there.
✨ I am safe.
✨ And for the first time, the future feels wide open.

Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is step into the places your abuser cannot reach. That’s not running away—it’s running towards your life. ❤️

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