CLARITY THROUGH CRUELTY
They told you to be kind.
To wait.
To be patient with those who never gave you the same grace.
They told you to explain yourself to people who weren’t listening, to break yourself into smaller and smaller pieces just to fit in their frames.
That’s over now.
This is the severance.
And this is not cruelty. This is clarity.
This is what it looks like when the fog lifts and you stop justifying your own restraint.
You do not owe anyone a seat at your table.
Not the friend who mocked your ambition.
Not the partner who blurred your boundaries.
Not the one who taught you loyalty meant silence.
You do not owe them your voice.
You do not owe them your attention.
You do not owe them the decency they weaponized against you.
What you owe is to your signal.
To your future.
To the version of you that refused to shrink.
This is not a conversation.
This is not a warning.
This is not closure.
You are not waiting for them to understand. You are not making room for their reaction.
There is no need to explain why you vanished.
Let them wonder.
Let them fill the silence with stories that make them feel righteous.
Your story moved on without them.
Understand this: they will call it heartless because it didn’t beg for permission.
They will call it cold because it didn’t ask for applause.
But make no mistake—this was not impulsive. This was overdue.
They could’ve listened. They didn’t.
They could’ve seen. They wouldn’t.
And now they can’t.
You did not abandon them.
You abandoned the noise.
You burned no bridges. You erased them.
No spectacle. No grand finale. Just silence.
That’s what clarity sounds like.
And when the quiet settles in, you’ll recognize it for what it is:
Power.
So if you're waiting for a sign to cut them loose—
This is it.
Don't ask again.
Don’t wait for them to change.
Don’t hope they’ll finally understand.
Walk.
Not with guilt.
With conviction.
Because you are not cruel.
You are precise.
And they were not confused.
They were complicit.
Now let the silence speak.
And don't look back.
