Site liars and betrayer

For you, who carried my heart in your pockets for nine years and handed it back to me empty,

You didn’t just hurt me — you consumed my life. Your words were knives, your indifference was frost. You made me small, until I believed my worth depended on your will. You humiliated me, laughed at me, stripped me of my dignity — all with a cold voice, as if it were your right.

Do you know what remains when someone takes for nine years? An empty room full of questions, a body marked by despair, and a heart that has learned to examine its shards to see if anything is still real. I loved, I built, I trusted — and you treated it all as if it were your entitlement, as if my nights, my labor, my yes were nothing but raw material for your ego.

I do not despise you for the pain alone — I despise you because you never had the courage to be human. You stayed silent when you should have spoken; you fled when you should have stood still. Your excuses are paper — they do not burn, they only gather dust.

This text is not a plea. It is not an invitation to soften or justify. It is testimony to what you destroyed — and it is a final line. I am taking my life back: my dignity, my hours, my right to peace. You may go on living in your small, self-righteous world — but do not ever think I still keep a room for you there.

Nothing in me is lost simply because you refused to see it. I am gathering the fragments, and from them I am building something that will never again belong to you.

Signed: The one you will never own again