16/07/2025
"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you angry because I don't tolerate your disrespect? Your mind games? Your lies and gaslighting? Your projections and hidden agenda? You're not upset because I hurt you—you’re upset because I see you clearly, and you can no longer manipulate me. If you don’t like what I see, fix yourself. Stop blaming me."
Let’s be honest—you were never uncomfortable with my behavior. You were uncomfortable with my boundaries. You were uncomfortable the moment I stopped accepting your empty words and started paying attention to your patterns. The moment I stopped excusing your inconsistency and started expecting accountability. That’s when everything changed.
You’re not the victim here. You just lost control over someone you thought would never wake up. Someone you thought would always bend, always forgive, always stay. But I outgrew your chaos. I outgrew the guilt you used to control me. I outgrew the lies you told to twist my reality and keep me small.
I’m not falling for the silent treatments. I’m not biting the bait when you try to provoke me. I’m no longer the person you could gaslight into submission or guilt into silence. That version of me—the one who tolerated the emotional rollercoaster—is gone.
Now I see through the smoke and mirrors. I see how every accusation you made was a projection of your own guilt. I see how every moment of affection was a strategy, not sincerity. I see how you never wanted partnership—you wanted power. And now that I’ve taken my power back, you don’t know what to do with yourself.
So no, I’m not going to feel bad for seeing the truth. I’m not going to apologize for not letting you mistreat me under the guise of “love.” I’m not the villain in your story—I’m just no longer available to play the fool in it.
If the truth makes you uncomfortable, don’t try to silence me—try to fix yourself. Heal what’s broken inside of you. Take responsibility for the pain you cause. Because the only reason you’re angry now is that your mask has slipped, and I’m no longer pretending not to notice.
You don’t get to shame me for walking away from what was slowly killing my spirit. You don’t get to call it “overreacting” when all I ever wanted was honesty, safety, and consistency. And you definitely don’t get to be outraged that I finally chose myself over your manipulation.
This is not about me being difficult. This is about you being exposed.
