🌸 Sip Journal
Title: The Mansion We Built
Posted: August 17, 2025
I understand more now than I ever could before.
I even understand him more—
his actions, his need for distance,
the times he chose solitude over love.
I understand the limitations he carried.
The push and pull,
the hot and cold,
the demons that may have whispered inside him.
It’s incredible what happens
when life removes you from a situation.
When you’re forced to stop, reflect, and learn—
suddenly everything begins to unravel.
He was never the mystery I thought.
He was a mirror.
He reflected what I believed about myself.
What I thought I deserved.
The lie that this is the best I could do.
And I was his mirror too.
I reflected back his shadow.
In the end,
what we created was self-limiting,
boundaryless,
untrusting.
It was filled with half-truths and false promises,
laced with co-dependence and sharp words.
It diminished self-worth.
It lacked true value.
Neither of us spoke our real hearts
unless it came through anger.
Two people,
the same childhood wounds,
the same hunger to fix ourselves,
the same cycle of sabotage.
What we built together was status.
A mansion filled with unrequited love.
And now, even if I could return,
I know on a soul level,
I wouldn’t belong there anymore.
Neither of us were bad people.
We both share the blame.
I wanted something he could not give.
He wanted something I could not accept.
And that is where we broke.
✨ Sip of Truth: Some relationships are not mysteries to solve, but mirrors to heal by—and once the reflection is seen, you can’t go back.
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