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🛑 My name's Jenna. I'm 33. I live in Hull. In my parents' house. In my old bedroom. The one with the lilac paint I chose when I was fourteen and the wardrobe door that doesn't shut properly. I'm 33 years old and I sleep under a duvet cover that has stars on it because Mum never changed it. A year ago I lived in a three-bedroom semi in York. Had a husband. Had a car. Had a kitchen with an island in it. Had a Next account and a Zara coat and a Nespresso machine and a life that looked, from the outside, like it worked. And then it didn't. I met Mark when I was 23. He was 28. Worked in logistics. Earned well — £42,000, then £48,000, then more. He was confident. Knew what he wanted. Paid for dinner. Opened doors. Said "I'll sort it" every time something needed sorting. I loved that about him. I didn't realise that "I'll sort it" slowly became "I'll decide it." We got married when I was 26. Moved to York. The mortgage was in his name because his credit score was better. The car was in his name. The savings account — joint, but he put in 80% so he treated it like his. The bills were in his name. Everything was in his name. I worked part-time when we first moved. A few shifts at a gift shop in the Shambles. Then he said I didn't need to work. He earned enough. And honestly — I was relieved. I hated retail. I thought I was lucky. So I stopped. I cooked. I cleaned. I ran the house. I decorated. I made his lunches. I washed his shirts. I waited for him to come home. For seven years, that was my life. I didn't have my own money. I had "our" money, which was really his money. He gave me a card for groceries and household things. If I wanted something for myself — clothes, a haircut, a coffee with a friend — I'd ask. He never said no. But I had to ask. I didn't see it then. I see it now. I was 33 years old and I asked permission to buy a lipstick. He left on a Tuesday. Didn't shout. Didn't throw things. Just came home from work, sat on the sofa, and said: "Gem, I think we should
