I Didn’t Lose a Relationship. I Cancelled a Subscription to Chaos.
I thought I was in love.
Turns out I was just tired.
Very, very tired.
I Was Dating a Man, But Somehow Became the Entire Management Team
I was:
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Common sense
He was:
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Confused
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Offended
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Mysteriously exhausted
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Deeply committed to misunderstanding me
And yes, I was still “asking for too much.”
Every Conversation Was a Trap
Me:
“This hurt me.”
Him:
“Why are you attacking me?”
Me:
“I used one sentence.”
Him:
“Wow. Aggressive.”
I Thought If I Explained It Better, He’d Change
So I:
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Lowered my voice
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Chose kinder words
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Explained slowly
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Explained again
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Explained with feelings
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Explained with logic
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Explained with hope
Breaking news:
Men who want to change don’t need TED Talks.
I Confused Anxiety With Love (Because Trauma Is a Liar)
Butterflies? ❌
That was dread.
Excitement? ❌
That was unpredictability.
Chemistry? ❌
That was cortisol.
Peace felt boring because chaos had great PR.
I Wasn’t “Too Much” — I Was Just With Someone Who Did Too Little
I wasn’t emotional.
I was reacting to nonsense.
I wasn’t needy.
I was partnered with absence.
I wasn’t dramatic.
I was exhausted.
Then I Left. And My Personality Came Back.
Immediately.
Like:
“Oh thank God. I thought you’d never leave.”
I slept.
I laughed.
I stopped walking on eggshells.
My shoulders dropped.
My anxiety packed its bags.
Life After Narcissistic Nonsense Is Suspiciously Easy
No drama.
No decoding texts.
No emotional hostage situations.
No explaining basic respect.
Just:
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Calm
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Consistency
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Mutual effort
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Joy
Honestly?
Embarrassing how low the bar was before.
Final Savage Truth
If being with someone makes you:
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Smaller
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Tired
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Anxious
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Confused
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Quiet
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Over-explaining your existence
That’s not love.
That’s self-abandonment with a soundtrack.
You don’t fix it.
You don’t heal it.
You leave it.
And joy?
Joy shows up the second you stop negotiating your sanity.
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