No, you won’t get a dramatic goodbye.
No long talks. No explanations.
You already know why.
You doubted me.
Silenced me.
Kept me small to feel safe.
Taught me to perform, please, and pretend.
You told me love was earned through pain,
and survival meant staying quiet.
You fed me fairytales and called them truth.
Made me believe that being chosen
was the highest honor I could achieve.
But I’ve woken up.
And now I see
you were just the old version of me.
So I’m leaving you.
The people-pleaser.
The peacekeeper.
The woman who stayed too long.
Who apologized for everything.
Who thought loyalty meant losing herself.
She’s not coming with me.
Because the person I’ve met… is me.
This person makes me feel like I’m number one.
She makes me feel like a hot mama.
She doesn’t doubt me 
she knows who I am.
She’s the one who saves herself.
Who doesn’t beg to be loved.
Who remembers who the f**k she is.
And she’s not looking back.
By Lisa V