Let me be clear: I fucking hate that shit. Silence as a weapon, as avoidance, as manipulation — I despise it with every fiber of my being. If you choose to go mute instead of standing on your truth, know this: it is the fastest, surest way to be cut out of my life. No warnings. No second chances.
I’ve done it before — with my sister, with my cousin I love deeply, with friends I once held close — and I will do it again. Because silence in the face of conflict isn’t peace, it’s poison. It leaves me holding the weight of confusion, rage, and unfinished business while you hide behind nothingness. That’s not strength. That’s cowardice.
If you pull that shit with me, I’m done. No hesitation. No return. Consider yourself escorted out of my life, straight to the bottom of hell where I’ve buried every fake connection that died in silence.
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