Keffa Musee

Some people didn’t betray you…
They revealed themselves.
They didn’t ruin your life — they just ruined the fantasy you built about who they were.

And while your heart shattered, your eyes finally opened.

What you thought was love was control.
What you called loyalty was fear.
What you labeled destiny was just distraction.

Sometimes the breakup wasn’t the end of the relationship — it was the beginning of your awakening.

Let’s be real.

Some of what we called “love”…
Was actually emotional survival.
You didn’t need a partner — you needed validation, comfort, and relief from your inner wounds.
And they didn’t love you — they loved how much you needed them.

That wasn’t love.
That was attachment dressed up in romantic language.

Let’s talk about it.

You double-text.
You call back first.
You check in.
You notice the small details.
You apologize, even when you’re not wrong — just to restore peace.
You’re the one who carries the emotional weight of the relationship.

You don’t complain out loud, but deep down you’re wondering:

“Why do I always care more? Why do I always try harder? Why am I the only one fighting for this?”

Let’s talk about a pain that doesn’t always leave scars — but silently drains the soul:

Being taken for granted.

You were consistent.
You were kind.
You gave without calculating.
You stayed when it was uncomfortable.
You prayed, forgave, adjusted, and overextended…

And they got used to it.

Not because you weren’t valuable —
But because you made love look so effortless that they stopped appreciating it.

Let’s break the lie once and for all:

You were never too intense.
Too emotional.
Too expressive.
Too loyal.
Too deep.
Too spiritual.

No — you were just too real for someone who was faking wholeness.

Let’s sit with this truth for a moment:

They didn’t choose you.
They saw you, admired you, maybe even desired you.
But when it came down to choosing, committing, and showing up — they didn’t.

And that… that hurt.

You questioned your worth.
You replayed everything you said.
You wondered, “Was I not good enough?”

But what you didn’t realize then was:
Their rejection was your redirection. Their refusal was your release.

Let’s be honest.

Some people were never in love with the real you —
They were in love with the you that tolerated too much, gave too quickly, and stayed too long.

They were comfortable when you were insecure.
They thrived when you were quiet.
They clung to you when you were unsure of your value.

But the moment you started healing…
The moment you spoke up…
The moment you set boundaries…

They called you “difficult,” “prideful,” or “different.”

Truth is — they loved the version of you that didn’t know who you were.