“Does it ever end?”
I can feel the exhaustion, the betrayal, the “does it ever end?” that comes from yet another discovery. Another tiny, symbolic stab. Not just gold hearts under the mat—but the emotional weight of it all. Because it’s never just about the object, is it? It’s the violation of your space. Your car. Your peace.It’s the gaslighting—the lies, the half-truths, the lawyer’s version of “I… Read More “Does it ever end?”




