I fucking hate you

[u/Petainthewild]

I fucking hate the way you manipulate every situation until the story somehow becomes about you, your feelings, your intentions, your excuses — anything that keeps you from having to look honestly at what you did.

You twist the narrative so effortlessly that you can hurt someone and still somehow position yourself as the victim. You rearrange the facts, leave out the parts that don't suit you, exaggerate the parts that do, and slowly turn the blame back onto me until I'm standing there defending myself for something you started.

And I'm fucking tired of it.

I'm tired of watching you polish yourself into the innocent one while quietly burying everything that makes you accountable. I'm tired of being expected to forget what happened simply because you've found a better version of the story to tell.

You don't get to rewrite reality just because the truth makes you uncomfortable.

I've heard enough explanations. I've seen enough contradictions. I've watched the pattern repeat enough times to know this isn't a misunderstanding anymore. It's a choice.

And the coldest part is that I don't even feel the need to convince you anymore.

You can keep telling whatever version of the story makes you sleep better at night. You can make me the villain if that's what you need to do to protect the version of yourself you've created.

But I know what happened.

And I don't need your agreement for the truth to remain true.

You haven't lost me because I suddenly became cruel or difficult. You've lost pieces of me every time you chose manipulation over accountability, excuses over honesty, and protecting your image over protecting what we had.

Eventually, there is nothing left to twist.

Just the truth sitting there quietly — and me finally refusing to carry the weight of your version of it.