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May has arrived, and with it comes a whirlwind of emotions that I can’t help but pour onto these pages. As I reflect on the past weeks, it’s hard not to feel a mix of frustration, empowerment, and a burning desire for freedom. You see, this chapter of my life has been a lesson in setting boundaries, navigating detachment, and finding the courage to stand up for myself.

In the midst of my journey,

I found myself trapped in a cycle that seemed never-ending. I watched as he effortlessly flirted with other women, set up dates, and then turned around to gaslight me—manipulating my emotions and leaving me questioning my own sanity. The mere sight of his face became a reminder of the pain I allowed myself to endure.

But then, a breaking point emerged,

a moment when I couldn’t bear to see myself endure this torment any longer. It was a simple agreement, or so I thought. I cooked and bought groceries, and in return, he would bring food when he went out. Yet, even this basic arrangement became a battleground. I offered my card so we could both have a meal, only to be met with a refusal. And as the hours passed, I couldn’t ignore the  hunger, while he casually left to get his own meal.

At that moment, something within me shifted.

I realized that the power to break free from this toxic cycle lay within my grasp. I asserted my boundaries, declaring that he needn’t buy my food anymore and that I would no longer be cooking for him. It was to protect my own well-being.

 

The aftermath brought its own challenges.

He wanted to argue, to challenge my newfound resolve. But a month had passed since we started detaching, and there was a quiet understanding that arguing would serve no purpose. As I navigate these days, I am reminded that the path to liberation is not without its obstacles.

As May unfolds, I am reminded that my journey is far from over. But each step I take, each boundary I affirm, brings me closer to the freedom I deserve. With each day that passes, I’m rebuilding my sense of self, rediscovering my strength, and rewriting my story.

 May this month mark the turning point towards a brighter future.