“You’re moving too fast.”
“They fight all the time.”
“You never spend time with us anymore.”
I could see how much those words hurt him.
He would come home and ask me if I was happy.
Of course I was. He made me happy in ways I can’t even put into words.
And he was happy too—everyone could see it. Even his family and closest friends would say it.
So why couldn’t they just be happy for him?
Why did they keep creating drama?
We were two people who had been through the darkest parts of life—who had survived things that burned and broke us—and somehow found each other. We helped each other heal. We gave each other the kind of love we both deserved.
So why couldn’t the people who claimed to love him see that?
He chose to come home instead of going out every night because he wanted to. Because he was happy.
And still, he caught hell for it.
They would make plans and intentionally leave him out.
And it hurt him.
But he wouldn’t say anything.
He was too afraid of conflict to stand up for himself.
All he wanted was for them to see that he was happy—that he had finally found someone he wanted to share life with, the highs and the lows.
I saw how much it affected him.
And it made me angry.
When it comes to the people I love, I protect them. I fight for them.
I was ready to.
But he asked me not to. He didn’t want conflict.
So I stayed calm. I played nice.
I asked him if he needed time with them.
If he wanted space.
If he needed anything at all.
He always said no. He said he was exactly where he wanted to be.
And I believed him.
But I could still see the hurt.
I could still see the conflict inside him.
It started to change the way he looked at things—maybe even the way he looked at me.
He was torn.
Torn between the life he wanted… and the life he was used to.
And I knew that feeling. I had been there before.
It broke my heart to watch him go through it.
All I can do is hope that one day, they see it.
That they understand he deserves to be happy.
That they let go of whatever it is they’re holding onto.
Maybe he’s their escape.
Maybe he helps them avoid facing their own struggles.
I don’t know.
But I pray that one day they find peace—
so that he can love freely, without being pulled in two directions.
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