It Wasn’t Just Cruel—It Was Systematic
There were videos of me laughing at stupid TikToks.
Captioned like I was a circus act.
There were recordings of me singing “Happy Birthday” to my mom.
There were clips of me talking about my day, about plans, about the future.
And every time, there was his commentary underneath like a sports announcer calling a game he hated.
I kept going back because my brain refused to accept what my eyes were showing.
Then I found July.
One of his friends asked the question that should’ve ended my relationship months earlier:
“If she’s so annoying, why haven’t you dumped her yet?”
His response was a paragraph that didn’t just hurt.
