I don’t want vengeance.
I don’t crave revenge.
I don’t need to see anyone suffer the way I did.
What I long for now… is peace. Just peace.
Thirty-two years is a long time to carry the weight of someone else’s rage, control, manipulation, and blame. A long time to keep walking on eggshells, defending your sanity, and quietly enduring things no one ever knew about behind closed doors.
And now, I’m done. Not with anger. Not with bitterness. I’m done waiting for them to change. Done hoping they’ll finally leave me alone. Done carrying the fear that they might strike again from a distance, trying to take my peace, my home, my stability, or the life I’m finally trying to rebuild.
🙏 I Am Handing It All Over to God Now
Because I’ve done everything I can. I spoke up. I healed. I rebuilt. I let go. I forgave—sometimes daily. I fought silently for decades, and then, finally, I fought openly for my life. Not just to survive—but to live.
Now, I’ve reached the point where I realize something holy, something powerful:
This is no longer mine to carry.
What they do next—how they behave, who they try to hurt, how they spin the story—is not on me.
Their anger? Not mine.
Their consequences? Not mine.
Their karma? Not mine.
💔 They Can Turn Their Anger Somewhere Else—It No Longer Belongs Here
If they need to vent, let them.
If they need to rage, let them do it far away from me.
I have given them enough years of my life.
They have drained enough of my joy, my sleep, my spirit.
I don’t need to prove how much I endured.
I don’t need an apology to move on.
I don’t need justice from them—because I am trusting in a justice much higher.
🧠 Understanding This Psychologically
When someone can’t regulate their own emotions, they project.
When someone lives in denial, they lash out.
When someone is addicted to control, they panic when you take your power back.
Abuse isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s quiet sabotage, relentless blame, or toxic games from afar. And even after you walk away, they still find ways to try and reach into your life and take what isn’t theirs to touch—your peace, your purpose, your possessions, your name.
But here’s the truth: they only keep trying because they haven’t yet found a new target. The cycle always continues. And eventually, it will shift.
They will grow tired of chasing someone they can no longer control.
They will need someone new to blame.
They will move on—not because they’ve healed, but because they need a fresh audience.
Let them. Let them exhaust themselves elsewhere. You have earned your peace.
💛 32 Years Is Enough
I’ve loved. I’ve sacrificed. I’ve endured.
I’ve bent over backwards to keep the peace, to protect others, to survive silently.
But now, I am finally choosing me. Choosing peace over proving.
Choosing healing over explaining.
Choosing faith over fear.
And so I say:
God, I release this.
Handle what I cannot.
Protect me where I am weary.
Restore what was stolen.
And hold me while I rest in the truth I now know.
🌿 To Others Who Feel This Too
If you’re reading this and nodding through tears, let me say this to you:
You don’t have to carry the storm forever.
You don’t need to win their approval or outlast their abuse.
You’re allowed to let go—not with bitterness, but with boundaries.
You’re allowed to say: I’ve given enough of my life to this pain. Now it’s time to heal.
Sometimes the most powerful act of healing is surrender.
Not giving up. But giving it over—to God, to the universe, to whatever higher wisdom carries us when we are too tired to carry ourselves.
✨ Final Words
I no longer hope they change.
I no longer fear their next move.
I no longer look back.
I’m walking away—for real this time.
Not because I want them to suffer.
But because I want to finally live.
And that is not revenge. That is freedom.
That is grace. That is healing.
That is peace.
