You said you are sorry; I forgave you.
I keep my distance now, for I am nursing my wounds.
You flung your frustration and wrath at me.
It wasn’t physically abusive; neither was it vulgar.
It was violent, nonetheless.
I felt loathed, disdained, and disregarded by you.
I would lie to say that it shook me.
It didn’t, because our interaction has a sense of déjà vu about it.
I am sad and heartbroken.
The pain is more profound now.
I am tired.
My soul is lonely.
I have made up my mind.
I will not wait for you or anybody else to cherish me.
I guess that has been my biggest mistake.
I have always waited for others to make me happy.
I longed for someone to make me feel whole and accepted.
I have needed people’s approval and validation.
Enough is enough.
I am turning to myself to get what I need.
I don’t have it all together, but I am OK with me.
Though I falter and fall, I still get back on my feet.
My goal now is to be kind to myself, to love, and make me happy.
It is my responsibility.
I have no control over your actions and reactions.
I cannot do anything about other’s opinions of me.
So, I will love myself.
I will cherish me.
I will enjoy myself as I am.
I have made up my mind to take care of myself.