Dear Flying Monkeys (and others who hide within pretentious silence).
Your pretending the abuse doesn’t happen does not save you. Truth is. The day will come when the dark heart will turn against you. In actual fact. It already has. You just don’t know it. It’s all happening behind your back. A sarcastic word here or there. A comment. A narcissistic smearing sob story. It’s all there.
You should know that enabling any kind of toxic behavior doesn’t make you brave. It makes you a run along. A pretentious coward. A hopeful liar. Always trying to soothe the one who causes all the havoc in the first place.
Oh, I know. She is the mother/father/boss or whoever you give this insane amount of loyalty whilst getting nothing but darkness and lies in return. You seem to forget that true love is unconditional, my Dear. Constantly abandoning yourself for another’s dark won’t fuel your happy.
Remember. Pretending things don’t happen doesn’t equate to truth.
Rather than pointing the finger at the actual victim and blaming, gossiping and smearing happily ever after with the toxic one.
Take a look in the mirror. I hope you like what you see. Because.
Those are toxic strings, Pinocchio.
Well. In my world. There’s no more space for such toxicity. So you can keep your apparently loving relationship of mutual mistrust. You get to keep your pretentious story and its revolving around the dark heart who demands all (without any return of love intention). It’s all yours.
I don’t envy the apparent gifts. The empty flattery. And the soon to be broken promises.
I’m too busy finding myself. I don’t associate with untruth-full folk. Any longer.
It ain’t my jam. I no longer roll that way.
And I’m not sorry. Instead.
I’m setting you free. To be without me.
(Your loss. Not mine.)
No matter how many blindsided ones follow the toxic one. I am no longer afraid. To stand alone.
I’d rather live in truth. And love. Than be surrounded by superficial pretentiousness. So there.
And. I’m no longer angry. I’m just done.