I thought there were only two possible endings. But not this time. This time there was a third ending, an ending that I wrote. One where i'm not manipulated, not drowning in a sea of inadequacy and a need to make it all better. And no blame either, no anger, no hate, not even dislike, just relief and a feeling of fondness for you. I found strength in silence. I don't need to explain anymore. You leave and even though my head is complaining of too much wine, that is the only thing that I can complain about.
I float and feel the space within where I used to hate myself. Infinity, this is freedom.
I've changed. I don't care if you don't get it, I don't care if you never move on. I'm just happy I have.