“This Is Why I Stopped Talking to My Sister”

People often ask:

“Why don’t you talk to her anymore?”

“Was the fight that serious?”

“Can’t you forgive?”


And I just smile.

Not because I have no answer.

But because my answer is too heavy for small talk.



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You see, it wasn’t one big thing.


It was the little ones.

The silence when I needed words.

The manipulation when I offered honesty.

The betrayal when I gave my trust.

The moments where I showed up — and she disappeared.

The times I gave without counting — and she kept records of what she did.


She didn’t just walk away from love.

She walked over it.



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I stopped talking to her not because I hate her…


But because I love myself now.

Because my peace is no longer up for negotiation.

Because every time I let her in, I lose a little more of me.


And now?

I’ve lost enough.



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No, I’m not angry.


I’m just done explaining my pain to those who used it as their platform.

I’m done performing loyalty in a one-sided relationship.

I’m done carrying guilt that was never mine.



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So if you ever wonder why we don’t talk anymore,

Don’t look at the last fight.

Look at the last time I chose myself instead of explaining myself.


And trust me — that silence was louder than any scream.



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I stopped talking not out of ego… but out of exhaustion.

Out of dignity.


Out of love — for the version of me that kept getting hurt.

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