My biggest concern about the whole "stay and fight" mentality is, honestly, a sense of spite. This lie I'm living now... I want that man to die. I want all that pain and sorrow and confusion and all that other baggage to be dead and buried with that lie, and, for the most part, the people who made that lie the most necessary to die along with it. Not literally, obviously, but I'd rather let a lot of the people who've ever known me assume I died then ever let them know about Daria Quinn. People like the one ex I was talking abut in the original post, people I went to school with who made that lie such a necessity, it became like a suit of armor. People like my dad, the person my lie was named for, and all of his scarring and issues that go back to being abused by his stepfather, who's last name my lie carries and I honestly wish would die with me. It won't. I have a step-brother who'll carry that cursed name into another generation.
I know as this road goes on, a lot of this is going to change. 5 years is a long time to stick something out, but I know how teenagers are. I've had that sting of being the "freak" of the class, and my son already has that stigma on him without anyone knowing about his dad's issues. It's not fair to him to make that worse if I can help it. Maybe further down this road, I can trust more people in my life with this. But I don't think I can, and those I could, I don't think they'd ever have my back enough to stay here. Besides, I lived a lie for 33 years already. What's another 5 or so?
I hate feeling like this. But I guess that's why I'm asking about this in the first place. Just something to help me maintain some hope that maybe, someday, I'll be free, that there's an entire world to be in, and that I'm not completely alone.
Thank you all for the responses.