Tag: relationships

Liberation – Copied

To a narcissist I once loved,
I know you’re waiting for me to break down, to reach out, to come crawling back. But I’m no longer that person. You didn’t break me; you tried, over and over, but each time, I rebuilt myself stronger, wiser, and more aware of my worth. And now, I realize, I don’t need to escape anymore. I’m free. I used to beg for your love and attention, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if I tried harder, you’d see me. But now, I know the truth: your love was never real. It was a game – a way to manipulate and control. But I’m no longer at your mercy. I’ve healed, and I deserve so much more than you could ever offer. You may think you’ve left a mark on me, but you didn’t. You destroyed the version of me that needed you, and you’ll never meet the real me – the stronger, wiser woman I’ve become. I’ve closed that chapter of my life. You don’t get to be a part of my future. I’m at peace now. And while you wait for me to crumble, know that I won’t. Because I’m whole, just as I am. So, take your game elsewhere. I won’t be coming back.

Remember

I choose to remember you

Not by how you hurt me

But by how you taught me to heal

Not by how you left me

But by how you taught me to never abandon myself

Not by how you broke me

But by how you taught me to rebuild myself

Not by how you dimmed my light

But by how you helped me to shine

Not by how you kept me trapped in a place of comfort

But by how you empowered me to leave my comfort zone

Not by how you left me feeling weak

But by how you taught me what it means to be strong

Not by how you tried to control me

But by how you taught me to be free

Not by who you told me who I was

But by how you taught me to define myself

And above all

I choose to remember you

Not by how you were unable to love me

But by how you taught me

To love myself.

Man o War

This is perfectly apt highly descriptive

A man at war with himself will wage it on the woman who loves him.
He’ll distrust her kindness, not because she’s unworthy, but because he can’t believe he’s worthy of it. Her care will feel suffocating, her patience like pity—not because she’s done wrong, but because he can’t reconcile his own brokenness.
He’ll pick at her confidence, resent her warmth, and mistake her love for a debt he can’t repay. His silence will bruise, his distance will confuse, and his unresolved pain will leak into every conversation.
No amount of her love can heal what he won’t face. Until he confronts his shadows, he’ll keep drowning her light in the chaos of his unhealed wounds.
Because love—no matter how pure—can’t fix someone who refuses to meet themselves in the mirror.