For a moment, there was only silence between us.
“I tried to talk to you,” I continued. “You didn’t listen.”
After the call ended, I sat alone, staring at the wall, replaying everything in my mind.
Maybe what I did was extreme.
Maybe it was messy, dramatic—even shocking.
But for the first time in months, I felt seen… even if it took breaking something to make it happen.
Now, sitting here with my packed bags beside me, I can’t help but wonder…
Did I go too far?
Or was it the only way left to finally be heard?
