(Pt.2) Six months of Guilt-trips and exhaustion.

And yeahh.. I ended it.

It was a six-month-long relationship, and honestly? I was exhausted. Emotionally, mentally, even physically. Not because we fought all the timr (we didn't), but because I was constantly carrying his feelings on top of my own. Every day felt like walking on a tightrope just to keep him from falling apart.

He'd guilt-trip me over the thiniest things: Taking too long to reply to a message, laughing at a friend's joke. not wanting to FaceTime for the fifth time that day. And every time I tried to explain how I felt, somehow I was the problem. I wasn't ''loving enough'' ''patient enough'' or ''understanding enough.'' 

But who was understanding me??

I stayed way longer than I should've because I kept thinking maybe he'd change. Maybe he'd finally stop depending on me like I was the only thing keeping him alive. But people don't change if they're not even willing to admit they're being toxic.

So yeah, I ended it. Not because I didn't care-- but because I did. About myself.

I was tired of being the villain in a story where I was just trying to breathe. Tired of being drained and anxious and scared of how he'd react every time I said anything. Tired of the tears, the drama, the endless guilt.

I deserve love that feels like love--not like a full-time job with no breaks, no thank yous, and constant emotional blackmail. 

And if anyone reading this is in a relationship like that? You deserve better too. Leaving doesn't make you mean. It makes you strong. It means you finally chose yourself.