Hate is mild. Have you ever look at your partner and realised that this isn’t the person you fell in love with? You realize that they don’t annoy you anymore. You pity them. You pity them coz they are oblivious to the fact that, in that moment, you just checked out? https://twitter.com/tshepii/status/1265257505158041606

Have you ever made the decision to end things but haven’t figured out how to deliver the news? You care, but not enough to stay?

You spend the next week thinking about ways to end it. “Firm and blunt” is what you repeat to yourself on your way to do it.

You wish you didn’t have to snatch the rug from right under their feet. But in this case, it’s your happiness, or theirs.

You wish there was a way they could be ok with your decision to end things. You wish you had the energy to continue fighting

You come to the conclusion that conceding in this fight is the beginning of a new fight. A fight for yourself. A fight to find healing. To find meaning

Then something hits you. Something that you had not thought of. You think of all the times you said “always and forever” and they replied with “forever and always” and in that moment, you realize it was a lie.

You realize that you cannot continue forever like you had wanted to. Like you had promised.

Yeah neh

Waking up to realize you hate your partner is mild when you’ve had to live through an amputation of a piece of your soul so that the rest of it has, at best, a shot at survival.