Wreckage

Fuck you for walking into my life when I had finally learned how to survive without needing anyone. I was at peace before you touched it. Maybe not perfectly healed, but I was rebuilding. And you saw that. You saw me trying, and still you came in carrying your wounds you never planned to fix.

Fuck you for loving me just enough to keep me close, but never enough to become what I deserved. Not because you couldn’t — because you wouldn’t. That’s what hurts the most. You had the ability to grow, to choose better, to fight for us, and instead you stayed comfortable in your own brokenness while I drowned trying to save something you were letting die.

Fuck you for making my house feel like a home and then turning it into a graveyard of memories. Every room has your fingerprints on it now. Every corner reminds me of promises you made like you meant them. I can’t even sit in silence without hearing echoes of us. You made my safe place feel unbearable.

And fuck you for refusing to own what you did. For making me feel like somehow your inability to love me properly was a reflection of my worth. “Maybe I just wasn’t good enough.” No — you’re right about one thing. I wasn’t good enough for the version of you that refuses to grow. I wasn’t meant to shrink myself to fit inside your emotional limitations.

You are wasted potential. A love that could’ve been beautiful if you had the courage to heal instead of bleed on everyone who cared about you.

And fuck you most of all for letting my children love you. For stepping into their lives, making them trust you, making yourself important to them like you planned on staying. They opened their hearts to you because I did first. Now I get to carry not only my heartbreak, but theirs too.

I loved you in every way a person can love someone. Fiercely. Softly. Completely. And maybe that’s why this hurts so much — because underneath all this anger is grief. Grief for the future you promised me. Grief for the version of you I kept hoping would finally show up.

You don’t just leave damage behind when you leave someone like this. You leave wreckage

So yeah, fuck you.
For all the love you took from me while knowing you could never give it back the same way.