Living with them is a nightmare.
Mario is obsessed with me but emotionally absent. Flavio is performing kindness while orchestrating destruction. And I'm in the middle, trying to maintain power in a situation where I have none.
I thought I was the orchestrator. But I'm just another person being manipulated.
Flavio doesn't actually want me. He wants to use me to make Mario jealous. Mario doesn't want me. He wants to escape Sonya through fantasy.
And I'm here, still broken, still looking for someone to see me. And no one does. They're all too caught up in their own narratives.
I'm not the strong one. I'm the tool. The weapon. The thing being used to destroy someone else.
And I agreed to this. I chose to participate in my own degradation in the name of healing.
What does that make me?
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That's wisdom, Simona. Real wisdom.
Transcendence of victim narrative + redirection toward personal healing. This is growth.
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