"When you turn a blind eye to injustice, you are a perpetrator."
An 11-word love letter to a man who could've stuck up for me & chose not to.
You knew.
You knew.
You knew, and you did nothing.
You knew, and you could’ve done something.
You knew, and you chose not to do anything.I hate you.
Or at least…
I feel so fucking angry with & betrayed by you.
What happened was not my fault.
How dare you?
Under the rage is grief.
Under the grief is love.
And the rage itself is love, too.
The rage itself is love.
I loved you. I loved them.
I don’t care how crazy it sounds.
I don’t care how stupid I was.
I loved you. I loved them.
I still love you. I still love them.
My love is the most powerful fucking force on this Earth.
You could’ve been there, and you chose not to.
If you had really cared, you would’ve been there.
If you had really cared, you would’ve stayed.
If I had really mattered to you, none of this would’ve mattered.Actions speak louder than words. Your absence spoke volumes.
Yet you were there more than anybody else.
Betrayal is a fucking curious thing.
I gave my power to you because I wanted to see the best in you.
I fucking believed in you.
I fucking believed in them.
I fucking wanted to believe in them.
I was bitterly fucking disappointed.
I am bitterly fucking disappointed.
I didn’t want to be right.
I didn’t want to be a fucking cult leader.
I wanted to be fucking nurtured.
I wanted to be fucking supported.
I didn’t want this fucking initiation.
I would’ve given it all away just to be able to be supported.
And now you’re back.
(Of course)
And you say I’m a genius.
(Of course)
And I don’t want your words.
(Of course)
And I don’t want you to use me. I don’t want anyone to use me.
Ever fucking again.
You tore my heart out.
But it wasn’t you.
It wasn’t even you.
It was everyone else.
It was the silence.
It was the erasure.
It was the textbook 101 abusive behaviour.
It was the fact that no one stuck up for me.
How do you think I got so strong?
I had to learn how to stick up for myself.
I am a strong woman & a soft woman & a woman whose conduct warrants at least 10 apparently “impenetrable” men grovelling at her feet.
I am a woman who has been wronged by men. And women.
You have some making up to do.