he destroyed my entire mental state and somehow still walks around like he’s the victim. while i was unraveling, losing sleep, questioning my sanity, and trying to piece myself back together, he was rewriting the story. acting wounded. acting betrayed.
Sometimes a new chapter begins with nothing more than a quiet decision. You can just wake up one day and say “that’s enough of that.” Enough forcing what isn’t working. Enough repeating patterns you’ve outgrown. You don’t need a dramatic ending or everyone’s permission.