I’m still waiting for the anger to come

I thought after everything, I’d be furious. That I’d scream, cry, block them, burn old messages. But nothing like that happened. I just sat with the silence and let it swallow me whole. It’s weird how sometimes the absence hurts more than the betrayal.

They didn’t cheat, but they stopped caring. Stopped trying. I kept convincing myself things were just in a “slow phase” when really, I was the only one still fighting for something that was already gone. I stayed longer than I should have because I was scared of being alone.

Now I’m here, single again, trying to figure out who I am without them. I keep refreshing old chats and rereading things like they’ll make sense this time. They never do. I don’t miss them—I miss being wanted. That’s the part I’m struggling with.