A Friend’s Reflection
I watched my friend become a shadow of herself.
She wasn’t always like this—there was a time she knew her worth.
But then he came along. Attached, but playing single. “Bound, but free,” he claimed, like that made it any better. And she believed it, like many do.
Believed his soft words, his sweet lies, the convenient honesty that only showed up when it served him.
She gave him the best of her—her time, her secrets, her body, her heart—and he gave her crumbs wrapped in romantic excuses.
She'd sit by the phone waiting for calls that came when his schedule allowed.
She dressed up for moments squeezed between obligation and deception.
She lit up when he arrived and dimmed each time he left.
It wasn’t just that he was attached. It was that she was convinced she was different. That somehow, she could love him into choosing her.
But what kind of man cheats on a partner, lies to a lover, and expects to be called a king?
I saw her wilt. I saw her apologize for wanting more.
I saw her silence her own voice so she wouldn't seem "too much."
She thought it was love. But love doesn’t come in halves. And it damn sure doesn’t come with guilt and secrecy.
The saddest part?
He never needed to be better—because she never made him.
And I wanted to shake her, but all I could do was stay close and pray she'd wake up one day and realize:
She wasn’t the problem because she loved him.
She was the problem because she forgot to love herself.
Have you ever watched someone you love give themselves to someone who didn’t deserve them?
How did it make you feel—and did they ever find their way back to themselves? Share your thoughts below.
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