No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Donโt tell me to calm down. You werenโt there when I held everything together while my own life was falling apart. You never saw the nights without sleep. The phone calls that never came. The promises that turned into excuses. You only met the version of me that kept smiling. That smile cost me years. I became the one everyone could count on. The one who fixed things. The one who understood. The one who forgave. Funny thing isโฆ The people who needed me most were never there when I needed them. I learned that loyalty can become a prison. Love can become a leash. Kindness can become permission. I buried disappointment so many times I almost buried myself. Then one morning I looked in the mirror and saw a stranger asking for permission to exist. That was the last day. If you think Iโm harder nowโฆ good. If you think Iโm colderโฆ good. If you think Iโve changedโฆ youโre finally paying attention. Because the man who accepted everything, who carried everyone, who apologized for simply taking up spaceโฆ heโs gone. No more Mr. Nice Guy. From this day on, respect is the price of entering my life. And if thatโs too much to askโฆ keep walking. I wonโt stop you. I wonโt chase you. I wonโt disappear just to make someone else feel comfortable. Not anymore.
