You married young. Everyone told you not to, that you were being impulsive, that you weren’t thinking it through. But in your heart, you were sure he was the one. Committing to him felt worth it. People whispered that you only fell for his looks, but they didn’t know the truth, he wasn’t just handsome, he was kind, gentle, and caring in ways no one else ever was.

Home was never home for you. Family meant chaos, endless arguments, fights that left scars you couldn’t hide. So you thought choosing him over them was better. And at first, it was. But a year into the marriage, reality hit harder than you imagined.

Both of you were still in college, struggling to keep up. Now he’s talking about dropping out, working full-time just to cover your tuition. That’s when it sinks in, you never thought it all through. You escaped poverty only to walk right back into it with him.

He works himself to the bone, sometimes skipping meals just to make sure you eat. And it breaks you. Because even with all his love and sacrifice, the truth hits like a truck. This marriage didn’t save you. It only made the struggle heavier.

So you ask yourself, staring at the ceiling late at night—was it worth it? To live with the love of your life but still be trapped in the same poverty you tried so hard to escape? Do you regret it?