I'm not toxic. I'm reactive. There's a person somewhere calling me difficult, and they're leaving out the part where they pushed every boundary I set, ignored every signal I gave, and then acted shocked when I finally stopped being gentle about it.
Life after a breakup is crazy. One day you know you deserved better and feel genuinely at peace with it being over, the next day you miss them and wish things had turned out differently.
I wanna experience a man loving me so much, that hurting me is unfathomable to him … even when we’re not seeing eye to eye. On our worst days, I’m still the apple of his eye.
Cutting people off feels different now. It’s not anger, it’s grief. Like dang… I really wanted you here, but your actions showed me I’m not safe with you.
That awkward moment when you've already checked out emotionally and finally made peace with letting go, then they suddenly start doing everything right. 😩
But instead of feeling happy, you're irritated because it feels forced, delayed, and unnatural.
Sometimes it's not that you don't appreciate the effort. It's just that it came after the damage was already done. 💔