It's funny how the people who call you "too much" are the same people who once begged for your attention. I gave someone my trust, my family stories, my insecurities, and the parts of me I hid from everyone else. I thought vulnerability would be protected, not weaponized. I never imagined that one day the same person would try to use my past, my words, and even ordinary memories to make me feel ashamed. Betrayal doesn't just break your heart—it changes the way you look at people. I'm not grieving the relationship anymore; I'm grieving the version of me that believed trust was always safe. Maybe this experience didn't make me weak. Maybe it taught me that not everyone deserves access to the softest parts of my soul. Healing isn't about waiting for someone to regret what they did. It's about choosing yourself, even when they never apologize.