Hey friends, it's Rosie here.
Welcome back to Radio Headspace.
When I was 10 years old, my parents separated.
I didn't have the language for it then.
I just knew something had shifted.
Our apartment felt different.
The energy changed.
Conversations got quieter, more careful.
And eventually, one of them wasn't there anymore in the same way.
At that age, you don't sit down and analyze what's happening.
You don't think about compatibility or emotional dynamics.
You build a simple rule.
If you're unhappy, you leave.
That was the story I carried.
Not consciously at first.
It just lived somewhere in the background, shaping how I saw relationships.
There was an understanding that love had a limit.
That something could be real and meaningful and still end.
And if it ended, maybe it meant it wasn't strong enough to stay.
And for a long time, I thought of separation as a failure.