"So you're just going to walk away from all of this?" is the magic question that has haunted me for years. We were best friends before any of this mess happened. I suppose I should tell you what actually made me walk away. Well in simple terms, she was fucking crazy! I know, its not very nice but its very true.
We dated on and off for a few years. Everything was going smooth until the second she moved in. When people say the "honeymoon" phase ends quick they are not joking. The second she moved in she wanted to control everything. My dog was no longer able to be on the couch or the bed and well honestly, that was never going to fly, he is my baby. It went more and more downhill when I was not able to be myself in my own house. "Am I the only one who has gone through this?" I kept asking myself this over and over. Until I woke up one day and she had smashed my phone because it was vibrating too much too early in the morning.
Now if you have an Android then you will understand when I say Gmail spams your phone with every email you got throughout the night early in the morning. I drew the line, I was done. I told her "you have to go, I don't care where you go but you have to get out." Harsh, I get it but it had to happen!
She looked at me with the most surprised face ever. As if I just smashed all of her overpriced makeup that was now laying on top of MY SINK, on the floor. "You're just going to walk away from all of this? Two years gone?" When I said this question haunted me I did not mean in a bad way. See, when she asked me this, I felt as if she expected me to put her feelings above mine. I had done this for too long, it was my turn to breathe.
"Yeah, I am walking away from two years full of more horrible times than great ones."
I saw her face and for the first time in two years I felt like I had power over my next move. I signed up for therapy after this relationship and it was great. I realized that I had reached a point in my life where I realized my worth. Everyone has this point in their life.
It takes that one shitty moment to point it out that you are a fucking butterfly and you deserve to fly free and if someone want to fly with you they fly besides you not on top of you!
...I flew free, I walked away and never looked back. We met again a few years later. She was married and she had 2 kids and one on the way. I was happy that she was happy! We hugged and we laughed and I went home to my dog on my bed with my partner watching some Netflix and the best part about it... I could see my bathroom sink!
This was not intended to say I gave up on the relationship when it got hard. This was me putting myself first, something that a lot of people forget to do. We base our happiness on other people forgetting that we were perfectly fine before we met them. I never let anyone make me happy after that, I made sure my happiness was there before and after them!
Lesson learned..
(Bless the person who could handle her..)
About the Creator
Adriana
I started writing in a journal when Covid started, it became a daily thing. I wrote my feelings, my thoughts, dreams, and fears. It felt good! I wanted to share some of my daily stories/thoughts with the world.
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The CEO of Everything
They say "jack of all trades, master of none," but they forgot to mention the part where the jack of all trades is also the camera woman, the makeup artist, and the person currently yelling at a tangled Wii microphone cable in a her own bathroom while recording herself singing and trying to make it look realistic and professional. (As professional as you can make it with nothing but a cell phone camera and a mic that doesn't work)
By Sara Wilson4 days ago in Humans
Shadow of the Crown
In the heart of the ancient kingdom of Eldoria, where golden spires kissed the clouds and rivers shimmered like molten silver, there lived a dog named Arion. Unlike ordinary dogs, Arion was no mere pet; he was the companion of the royal family, a silent witness to their triumphs, tragedies, and secrets. His coat was a deep, glossy black that reflected the sunlight like polished onyx, and his eyes, a piercing amber, seemed to understand every whispered word and unspoken emotion of those around him. Arion had been born in the royal kennels, a litter of five pups, but even as a young puppy, he showed signs of extraordinary intelligence and loyalty. While the other pups played and tumbled, Arion would sit quietly near the throne room, listening intently to the council meetings and royal discussions. The courtiers joked that he was born to serve the crown, not just the family, and as he grew, this joke turned into truth. The king, a stern yet fair man named King Alaric, noticed Arion’s unique nature. Unlike the other dogs, Arion would sit by his side during state matters, resting his head on the king’s knee during long discussions and accompanying him through the castle corridors with a sense of purpose. Over time, Arion became more than a companion; he became a guardian, a confidant, and a symbol of loyalty that transcended words. It was during the Festival of the Silver Moon that Arion’s loyalty would be tested like never before. Eldoria had long been a peaceful kingdom, but whispers of unrest had begun to echo from the northern borders, where a rival lord, Lord Malric, coveted the throne. He was cunning and ruthless, and many feared that he would strike during the festival, when the city would be crowded with nobles and merchants. King Alaric, aware of the threat, had fortified the palace and strengthened the guards, yet he could not shake a growing unease. Arion sensed it too. On the eve of the festival, the dog patrolled the palace halls tirelessly, sniffing for danger, his tail low and tense, his ears twitching at every unfamiliar sound. That night, Arion had a vision of what could come—a shadow creeping through the halls, a dagger glinting under the torchlight, a scream swallowed by silence. When the festival began, Eldoria’s streets were alive with music, laughter, and the scent of roasted meats and sweet pastries. The nobles danced, children played, and the king presided from the balcony of the royal palace, smiling and waving to his people. Arion, however, remained ever watchful. He slipped through the corridors, his paws silent against the marble floors, his eyes scanning for the slightest hint of danger. It was then that Arion noticed him—a cloaked figure moving with unnatural stealth among the servants. The dog’s hackles rose as the figure approached the throne room. Without hesitation, Arion leapt from the shadows, his growl deep and threatening. The would-be assassin stumbled, surprised by the sudden attack. Arion’s teeth clamped gently, yet firmly, on the cloak, pulling the intruder back from the throne. The king, alerted by the commotion, rushed forward, and the guards quickly restrained the intruder. It was Lord Malric’s most trusted assassin, sent to kill the king and plunge Eldoria into chaos. King Alaric knelt beside Arion, patting his loyal companion’s head. “You have saved Eldoria,” he said, his voice thick with gratitude. “And you have saved me, old friend. No reward could ever match your loyalty.” But Arion’s trials were far from over. That same night, under the cover of darkness, a group of Malric’s soldiers infiltrated the palace. Their goal was simple: kidnap the heir, Princess Liora, and use her as leverage against the king. Arion, sensing danger even before the soldiers reached the princess’s chamber, intercepted them in the long, torch-lit corridor. The battle that followed was one of cunning and courage. Arion was outnumbered, yet he moved with precision, barking loudly to alert the palace guards while fending off the attackers with swift, calculated bites and relentless determination. The soldiers, unprepared for the dog’s ferocity and intelligence, were soon overwhelmed. Arion had managed to protect the princess until reinforcements arrived. Princess Liora, though frightened, knelt beside him, stroking his head. “You are more than a dog,” she whispered. “You are the heart of Eldoria.” From that day on, Arion was no longer seen merely as the royal dog; he became the kingdom’s silent guardian, the protector of the throne, and the symbol of unwavering loyalty. Years passed, and Arion grew older, his movements slower but his spirit undimmed. King Alaric aged, too, and eventually, it was Princess Liora who ascended the throne. Yet Arion remained by her side, guiding her through the challenges of leadership, comforting her during times of doubt, and warning her of dangers before they arrived. Tales of the royal dog spread far and wide, inspiring songs, poems, and paintings, each depicting the black-coated guardian with amber eyes, standing resolutely by the throne. One fateful winter, the kingdom faced its greatest threat: a devastating fire that swept through the castle’s northern wing. Arion, despite his age, ran into the flames, rescuing trapped servants and guiding them to safety, refusing to leave until the last soul was accounted for. By the time the fire was extinguished, Arion was found lying near the royal chambers, exhausted but alive, his coat scorched and his eyes weary yet proud. King Alaric and Queen Liora, tears in their eyes, embraced the dog who had given so much for the kingdom. “You are the soul of Eldoria,” the king said. “And your legacy will never fade.” In honor of his bravery, a statue of Arion was erected in the palace courtyard—a black dog with amber eyes, forever watching over the kingdom. Even in death, Arion’s influence remained. Generations of rulers would come and go, but the story of the royal dog of Eldoria endured. The people spoke of his courage, his intelligence, and his unbreakable loyalty, teaching their children that true nobility was not only in blood and crown but in heart and devotion. And so, Arion’s shadow lingered over the kingdom, not as a ghost of fear, but as a beacon of hope and protection. In every loyal dog, in every act of bravery, in every quiet moment of guardianship, the spirit of Arion lived on—a reminder that sometimes, the most extraordinary heroes wear no crown, speak no words, and serve with a heart that knows no bounds.
By The best writer 3 days ago in Humans
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