I'm not angry with you

I'm not angry with you. Despite everything, even now that the echoes of pain still resonate, I still believe that you gave me the best you could give... perhaps that was all you had to offer.

But loving you was like walking every day on a field of eggshells, a relentless and fragile dance to avoid triggering your unpredictable mood swings.

Being with you left me empty, you dragged me relentlessly into your sadness, your anger, your chaos... to the point where I could barely hear my own voice.

My essence was lost in the roar of your storm. I know you were hurt, I understand that deeply. I saw your suffering even in the moments when you tried to hide it.

But you placed it on me, turning my capacity for empathy into the vessel for your battles.

You broke parts of me: fragments of my confidence, my joy, my spirit... Pieces that I now struggle to put back together, day after day, to rebuild what is left of me.