Nobody can ever gaslight me into thinking i’m a bad person. i have my ways & i have my days, but i’m solid & my love is real & genuine every step of the way
I stayed with you longer than I should have, noticing early on that something was wrong. We argued over small things; you’d get upset and ignore me for hours, and I’d always try to fix it, apologizing even when I didn't know what I'd done. I stopped telling you things because I feared your reactions. I even hesitated to text, go out, or talk to certain people. When friends told me to leave, I defended you, saying they didn’t understand you and that every relationship has problems. One night, after a fight, you said I was lucky you stayed with me. I realized I spent months trying to prove I was good enough for someone who made me feel I wasn’t. I left a few weeks later, realizing I missed who I was before the relationship more than the relationship itself.