People love to demand honesty from the ones they secretly resent.
They want vulnerability, openness, and raw truth from the very souls they refuse to receive with compassion. They want to know your story, your struggles, your fears, your wounds. But not so they can hold space for you. Not so they can uplift you.
They want your truth so they can twist it.
So they can weaponize it.
So they can gossip about it in rooms you were never meant to be in.
I used to wonder why.
I used to get caught up trying to understand the minds of people who never meant me well.
Curious about their motives.
Wondering what I did to make them so obsessed with my downfall.
But now? I no longer care.
I have learned to detach from their projections, their bitterness, and their cycles of unhealed trauma.
I have learned to stop giving so much of myself to people who are only looking for a way to tear me down.
Some folks don’t interact with you because they care.
They interact with you like investigators.
Waiting for you to slip.
Waiting to gather intel.
Not for connection, but for destruction.
Every time you speak, it feels like a setup.
Every question they ask has an edge.
Every “concern” is a mask for control.
That is not love. That is not friendship. That is surveillance.
So now, I protect my peace.
I protect my child.
I protect my space.
I am no longer interested in figuring out why they do what they do.
I am focused on staying grounded in who I am.
As long as their chaos does not touch me or mine, I let it be.
Let them talk. Let them assume. Let them spin whatever stories they need to soothe their own discomfort.
That is their path. Not mine.
I am no longer available for performative vulnerability.
I do not owe anyone my truth just because they demand it.
Especially not when they show me, through every interaction, that they cannot be trusted with it.
If you want to know me, show me safety.
If you want to build with me, show me respect.
If you cannot do that, then I am not for you. And you are not for me.
And that’s okay.
I release the need to be understood by people committed to misunderstanding me.
I am not judging. I am just done.
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