You waited for an apology that never came.You held your breath, hoping for an ounce of truth.You thought maybe if you asked the right questions,crie
You waited for an apology that never came.
You held your breath, hoping for an ounce of truth.
You thought maybe if you asked the right questions,
cried at the right volume,
or hurt quietly enough—
they’d finally tell you why.
Why they betrayed you.
Why they crossed that line.
Why they treated your heart like it was disposable.
But here’s the truth they will never say out loud:
They knew what they were doing.
And they did it anyway.
Some people do harm and then hide behind confusion.
They weaponize vagueness.
They stall, deflect, rewrite.
They paint you as unstable so they don’t have to admit they were cruel.
And for too long, you held out for clarity—
not realizing it would never come from them.
But now?
You don’t need their explanation to be free.
Because the moment you decided to believe your own experience,
to validate your own pain,
to trust your own memory—
that was the moment you were released.
Let them keep their silence.
Let them keep their justifications.
You are no longer asking questions
at the altar of people who never honored your humanity.
🔥 5 Campfire Affirmations for the Survivor Who No Longer Waits for Closure
I don’t need their words to validate my truth. I lived it. I remember. I know.
I release the fantasy of closure. My peace is not waiting on them.
I trust what I felt. I honor what I survived.
Their silence speaks volumes. And I no longer need to listen.
I am free—not because they said so, but because I said so.