"I believe self-preservation and transformation begin by cutting connections and burning bridges that no longer serve you." ~SUGARQUOTED
There are people who suck the life out of your kindness, as if it’s something they're entitled to. You give once, they ask again. And again. Say “no” and suddenly, you’re the bad one. You’re selfish, you’re greedy, you’ve changed. Say “yes” and they take without a second thought. Not even a damn “thank you.”
They’ll be sweet when they need something. Play nice. Act close. But there’s always a catch. A favor. A follow-up. And when their life’s good? They forget you. Like you never mattered.
What I can’t wrap my head around are the ones who think they’re the only ones struggling. Who believe their pain is bigger, louder, more important. And when they finally realize you're hurting too? They still won’t care. They won’t ask. They won’t check. They won’t show up.
And that hurts in a way I can’t always explain.
Because when I give, I give fully. No hidden motives. No scoreboard. Just love. But I’m tired. Tired of being expected to pour from an empty cup. Tired of being guilt-tripped when I say, “That’s enough.”
Maybe it’s how they were raised. Or maybe they’ve just always been like that. ENTITLED, BLIND, SELFISH at the core. I don’t know. I just know I grew up with nothing, and maybe that’s why I VALUE everything.
Done bending.
Done bleeding for people who wouldn’t even flinch if it were me on the floor.
So, I’m cutting them off. Slowly, surely, and with no regrets.
If your presence costs me my peace, you’re too expensive.
And I’m not paying anymore.
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