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I’m so ******* tired of how I’ve been treated. I would have moved the world for you. When you were hurting, I cared. When you were scared, I wanted you to feel safe. I tried to understand you, give you space, forgive, reassure, and constantly look at what I could do better. And somehow I ended up feeling like my own pain was only acceptable as long as it didn’t make you uncomfortable. What hurts even more is that sometimes it feels like you’re so focused on everything being about you that even when I’m ********, you’re scared because you think it must be because of you. It isn’t. My life, my trauma, my mental health and everything I’m carrying existed long before this breakup. You matter to me, and losing you hurts like hell, but you are not the entire explanation for what is happening inside me. I’m tired of making myself smaller, explaining myself better, asking for less and hoping that eventually I’ll be met with the same care I gave so freely. I would have moved the world for you. I just wish I hadn’t spent so long moving myself out of the way to do it.
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