Vengeance

I won’t pretend I don’t know what has happened since you left.

I know your sister still refuses to meet her...the woman you chose. She drew a line and held it. That alone tells me I wasn’t wrong about the rupture. Others see it too. I know how many friends have drifted away. Not with drama just absence. Invitations that stopped. Silence where loyalty used to be.

And I know this too: one of your oldest friends, someone who has known you since childhood, was in town and chose to see me. Not you.

I won’t apologize for feeling a sense of justice in that.

You told yourself you were choosing happiness, but happiness built on betrayal requires constant defense. Eventually, people stop helping you defend it.

I didn’t have to explain what you did. The truth held its own weight. People noticed who paid the cost of your choices.

This isn’t revenge. It’s recognition.

And for once, that feels like enough.