“He has childhood trauma.” So do I.
“He’s under a lot of pressure at work.” So am I.
“He’s just overwhelmed.” Me too.
The only difference is that we excuse men’s behavior, and shame women for not carrying it.
Right now life teaching me detachment. Nothing’s really mine. People come and go. Moments pass. Love shifts. It’s all temporary. I’m learning to enjoy things without gripping them too tight. To accept when energy changes. To let go when it’s time.
STAY CLEAR of the people who don’t value the small sacrifices you make… like spending money you barely have, showing up when you’re tired, giving advice, being a listening ear, carrying their problems, or being the one who checks in first.