To my almost family

Dear You,

You made me believe you cared. You made me feel like I had someone on my side—someone who saw what I was going through and genuinely wanted the best for me. I opened up to you, leaned on you, and even felt comforted by your words. That made your betrayal cut deeper than I ever expected.

You weren’t just silent. You participated. And maybe worse—you pretended. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand how you could do that to someone who trusted you.

Right now, I can’t say I forgive you. Maybe someday I will. Maybe not. But today, I’m just trying to process the hurt and confusion. Today, I’m trying not to let this bitterness become part of who I am.

I’m not okay—but I will be. And when I finally let go of this pain, it’ll be for me, not for you.