“I ain’t the ex you can text when you going through sh*t…
…I hope it get worse.”
Now listen — is that harsh?
Maybe.
Is it honest?
Absolutely.
There’s a very specific kind of audacity it takes to disappear, disappoint, disrespect, or drain someone… and then resurface when life humbles you. Suddenly you remember my number? Suddenly I’m “safe”? Suddenly I’m comforting again?
No, baby. That version of me has been discontinued.
I’m not your emotional support ex.
I’m not your backup therapist.
I’m not your nostalgia pit stop when your choices start fighting back.
See, growth comes with boundaries — and boundaries come with consequences. You don’t get access to the upgraded version of me when you mistreated the original. Loyalty doesn’t work retroactively.
And let’s be clear: this isn’t bitterness.
It’s clarity.
I’ve already done my healing. I’ve cried the tears, asked the questions, replayed the conversations, and learned the lesson. I didn’t come this far just to reopen doors that nearly broke me.
So when I say “I hope it gets worse,” what I really mean is:
I hope it teaches you.
I hope it matures you.
I hope it shows you what you lost.
Because some people don’t grow from love — they grow from consequences.
And me?
I’m busy protecting my peace, my progress, and my emotional bandwidth. I wish you well… just not with me.
Read that again.
Not every ex deserves closure.
Not every message deserves a reply.
And not everyone gets to return when life stops being kind to them.
Sometimes the most savage thing you can do is move on — unapologetically, peacefully, and unavailable.
Crazy? No.
Evolved.
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