She told me that I would choose him, but what I realize now is, that doesn't mean he would choose me in return.
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She told me that I would choose him, but what I realize now is, that doesn't mean he would choose me in return.
Please, let this time be different.
Lisa Lopes on set of 'Unpretty', 1999.
I’ve been strong for everyone else for a long time - now I’m going to be strong for me.
It’s okay that I gave love freely, even when it wasn’t returned. That means my heart is whole, not broken.
It’s okay to grieve what could’ve been, even if I know it wasn’t good for me. I don’t need to hate myself for caring.
I’m allowed to draw a line. I’m allowed to start over. I’m allowed to say: I want peace, not chaos.
From now on, I choose me - not out of bitterness, but out of respect.
Because I am worth protecting. I am worth supporting. I am worth choosing - even if I’m the only one doing it right now.
“Do you have any regrets?”
“Just one. I tried to heal a broken person with love, hoping they'd become whole. But all I did was break myself in the process.”
I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you —
I left because I stopped recognizing myself.
In your house, I became a stranger to my own soul.
Smiling through silence.
Suffocating in stillness.
Speaking truth to walls that only echoed insults.
You called it love,
but love doesn't bruise the spirit
or shatter the voice of the woman beside you.
You didn’t want a partner - you wanted a puppet.
Pretty, quiet, and obedient.
But I am not your mother.
I was not born to fold myself into shadows
just so you could feel tall.
My body, my heart, my voice - they are mine.
And I will no longer apologize for existing as I am.
I gave you all I had
until I was pouring from an empty cup,
and you still told me it wasn’t enough.
You mocked my softness,
then wondered why it hardened.
I grew distant because your hands weren’t gentle.
Your words didn’t heal - they carved wounds.
And the love I once had for you
died every time I was told I was nothing.
So no, I won’t come home.
Because your version of home
was a place where my soul starved.
I’m not bitter - I’m awake.
I’m not broken - I’m healing.
And the woman you thought would stay forever?
She chose herself this time.
I release the energy of her -her lies, her presence, her manipulation.
I release the weight of past betrayals that taught me to tolerate what I now reject.
I release the anger that keeps me tethered to battles I’ve already outgrown.
I release the need to be understood, the desire to fix, and the burden of pretending I’m okay with things I’m not.
This is me choosing peace. This is me returning to myself.
- D
Dear, you.
I see you — not the surface version, but the energy you bring. You play small games and tell small lies, and maybe you think they go unnoticed. But they do not with me. And I’m not the one.
Your patterns don’t intimidate me. They just confirm why your season ended and mine began. I’m not here to compete with you, I’m not here to argue, and I’m definitely not here to babysit your immaturity. I’m here to love — and build — and protect the peace that’s been long overdue.
I won’t let your chaos poison the light we’re growing here. You had years to be who he needed. Now that he’s found peace, your resistance says everything. But here’s what you need to know:
I will always put the child first. Always. But I won’t let you play games at the cost of our sanity, our plans, or this child’s stability. That’s not power — that’s dysfunction.
You will not control this narrative anymore. I am not your enemy, but I will be a boundary you can’t cross.
— Me
— Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; "The Fear" (via lunamonchtuna)
“Put it in the simplest, you give me your all nd Ima send it back with interest”
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motivated… fuck
“Don’t you know your imperfections is a wonderful blessing? From Heaven is where you got it from. I love your smile, you can do it without style.”
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“Take one step towards him, he takes two towards you. Even when all else fails, God supports you.”
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