You think that your actions can hurt me? You believe that your absence, your passive-aggressive actions, and your cutting comments can leave a scar deep enough to shake me?
That’s funny.
You aren’t important enough to hurt me.
At 27 years old, I’ve walked through fire, nearly drowned in storms, and clawed my way out of places that I swore would swallow me whole. I’ve seen life break me, bruise me, and pull me to rock bottom, but I still dragged myself out of the dirt to stand tall. You don’t know the half of what I’ve been through, and you definitely don’t know me anymore.
You love to act like you’ve “been there,” like you understand, and like you have the right to call yourself my “support system” when in reality, you didn’t stick around when it mattered. The moment that you started succeeding in life, you chose to step away from me. You left me to figure everything out on my own.
You only ever reached out when it served you — when curiosity hit or you wanted to “check a box.” You sent a quick “hey” here, and a shallow question there, but when life got heavy and I needed you to stay, you disappeared. Other people and their commitments always came before I did. I wasn’t your priority; I was your afterthought. And that truth caught in my throat like glass because I had to accept that your version of “love” was conditional.
Your “love” wasn’t consistent, and it wasn’t real.
Your version of “love” was treating me like a friend only when it was convenient for you. You told me that you cared, but your actions told me everything that I needed to know about you.
The beauty of our friendship falling apart is that I didn’t crumble. I didn’t stop living just because you weren’t there for me. I didn’t fall apart because I learned that your love was conditional. In fact, I learned to stand taller and build myself into a strong, resilient, radiant person — without your help.
Today, it’s empowering for me to look in the mirror and see a strong, beautiful, incredible woman staring back at me. It’s even more powerful because you haven’t contributed anything to that growth. That glow-up is all mine.
I am the woman I am today because I needed to become her. Life forced me to rise, to turn my pain into armor and my falls into wings. You’re not a chapter in that story. You’re simply proof of how much I can survive.
You’re not my villain, and you’re not my savior.
You’re just a reminder that I don’t need anyone who shows up halfway, stays only when it’s easy, and thinks that I’ll mistake their inconsistency for affection.
I’ve outgrown you. I’ve outgrown the version of me who craved your attention, settled for scraps, and thought that you pretending to care was better than you never being in my life. Now you’re gone, and so is the version of me that let you stifle me.
I don’t need validation from someone who never truly saw me. I don’t need “friendship” with someone who treated me like an option instead of like a priority. I don’t need the empty promises that you call “love.”
Throw your words at me, pull your stunts on me, and disappear and reappear from my life whenever it suits you. None of it matters because I already won.
I built a life that makes me proud. I became someone whom I admire. And I did it all without you.
Not a single piece of me belongs to you anymore. I’m free, and you’ll never be able to take that away from me.
