Back Off Please

So guess what?

After more than a blissfully quiet month of no contact, today, one of them suddenly remembers I exist.

“Hey… just wondering if you’re okay? Did we do something wrong?”

Oh wow. The audacity.

Cute how it took 40+ days of silence for them to start guessing something might be off.

Love that delayed reaction—so on brand.

Let me make it super clear:

Yes, we have a problem.

But no, I will not be discussing it.

Why?

Because the only “solution” that actually works for me is you both not existing in my inbox.

And surprise: I’m thriving.

See, I know exactly how this would go if I replied.

I start explaining.

They start analyzing, dissecting, poking, gaslighting—

“Oh you’re too sensitive.”

“That’s not what we meant.”

“You’re overreacting.”

Yeah, no thanks.

Once upon a time, I was that naive little idiot who believed they actually cared.

Believed their smiles weren’t sharpened knives.

But that fairy tale expired—and I’m no longer available for the sequel.

This past month and a half?

Quiet.

Uncluttered.

Deliciously drama-free.

Turns out, peace isn’t overrated.

No fake laughter.

No emotional hangovers after forced hangouts.

No “oh wow, that was exhausting” moments after spending time with them.

Just… me. Breathing. Living. Recovering.

And honestly, if I want to see a movie, try a new café, hop on a train solo— I’d rather do it alone than drag around deadweight energy.

So, let's simplify:

Only two options here.

1. They vanish from my life forever.

2. I vanish from theirs.

And since the first one seems like too much work for their attention-starved egos,

I’ll do the honors.

I’m out.

Completely.

Permanently.

Do not text.

Do not call.

Do not “check in.”

Pretend I never existed.

I’m doing the same for you—gladly.

BYE.

May your next manipulation be more subtle.