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I wasn't difficult.

I was exhausted.

There is a difference.

You kept touching the same wound and

called my pain an overreaction.

You kept lighting fires then pointed

at the smoke as if I was the problem.

For years, I blamed myself

for finally breaking

Then I realized-healthy people

don't spend their days

trying to provoke hurt out of others.

So no, I am not ashamed

of the moment I reacted.

I am amazed by how long

I stayed gentle before I did.

You remember the one time I snapped.

I remember the hundred times

I stayed silent.

And that is why our stories

sound so different.