
A Year Through Hell
Let's do a Live Autopsy on a Bad Relationship
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Narrated by:
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By:
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Anton Volney

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I filed it away.
I didn’t want to be bitter.
Three years later, I don’t see bitterness.
You tell me.
I thought marriage would be a passport to a bigger life.
Instead, I got five years in solitary confinement.I was her everything—
Her chauffeur.
Her scapegoat.
Her emotional punching bag.
Two hours of chit-chat before breakfast. Every day.
Miss one morning, and I was the villain who didn’t care.
Friends? Off-limits.
Family? Excommunicated.
The only “safe” place was inside her orbit—
which felt less like love and more like house arrest with pretty curtains.
I shudder to think of it.
By the time I woke up, I was fifty pounds heavier and flirting with a .38-caliber exit.
I couldn’t see the truth staring back at me.
That this relationship was killing me.
I didn’t want to see it.
No — she was my ticket to America.
My one and only.
I wasn’t going to pass it up.
What saved me wasn’t therapy or prayer.
I ran like a gazelle.
Danced like there was no tomorrow.
Meditated for days nonstop.
Tony Robbins hired me.
I travelled all over the country.
And with every mile, every salsa spin, every meditation—
I felt the chains rattle… then drop.
It’s like I crawled out of the nine gates of hell into a land of milk and honey.
Almost.
This isn’t a revenge story.
Or a pity party.
It’s a jailbreak manual for anyone sleeping beside their warden.