"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you angry because I don't tolerate your disrespect? Your mind games? Your lies and gaslighting? Your projections and hidden agenda?"

You're not hurt because I did something wrong—you're hurt because I finally stopped playing dumb. I stopped turning a blind eye to the manipulation, the half-truths, the carefully crafted guilt, and the emotional rollercoasters you used to keep me hooked. You’re not upset because I mistreated you—you’re upset because I woke up. Because I now see you for who you are, and you can no longer hide behind your charm, your excuses, or your victim mask.

I gave you chance after chance, even when you didn’t deserve it. I excused behavior that should have been called out. I kept peace at the expense of my own peace. I let you paint me as the problem just so you could keep your hands clean. But that version of me? The one who stayed quiet, who shrank to keep you comfortable? That version no longer exists.

You thrived on my confusion. You fed off my insecurities and used my empathy against me. But now that I’ve taken my power back, now that I’ve drawn a clear line, you're spiraling—because without control, your entire game falls apart.

So let me be clear one last time: If you don’t like what I see, then fix yourself.

Stop blaming me for walking away from the chaos you created. Stop calling it an overreaction when it’s a boundary. Stop acting like I’m the villain just because I chose healing over toxicity.

I don’t owe you my silence, my forgiveness, or my return. I owe myself peace—and that’s exactly what I’m choosing.