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It is not a query. Why must everything be question with him?
I only said what's in my mind. That's it. I am not asking consent. I'm not pointing facts on a stage for you to compete with me. I don't need a competition; I just need space.
Every time I talk, he tilts his head as though I've challenged him to a battle. Like my truth is a crazy idea that requires rectification. Exhausting.
Some things are just... real. Lived. Felt.
And I don't need a PowerPoint presentation to prove that I mean what I say.
So, no, I'm not yelling. I am not going back and forth.
This isn't a debate. It is a boundary.
You do not have to agree—
You'll have to cope with it.