I used to love a ngga like his problems was MY problems. If he was down, I was figuring out how to lift him up. If he had a dream, I was pushing him toward it. If he needed somebody, I was right there every mf time. Whole time, when I started drowning, that same ngga ain’t even notice the water rising. That taught me to stop giving husband level support to a ngga giving me bare minimum love.
Unhealed people don't listen with their ears. They listen with their triggers. They don't hear your words. They hear their wounds. They turn calm into criticism, honesty into an attack, and silence into abandonment. Every response is shaped by fear, not understanding. You're having a conversation, but they're fighting battles from another time. No matter how gently you speak, pain speaks louder. That's why healing isn't a luxury. It's necessary for connection, for clarity, for peace
i really think emotional disappointment can make physical touch feel different. once you’ve hurt my feelings deeply, it’s hard for me to feel close to you the same way.
if we dated and it didn’t work out, please move on with your life. don’t get on these apps tryna sub me or speak about me. don’t speak on me to your friends. please, just move on. you are grown. it’s getting fucking weird now