“Though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of time. But if she could have looked a little further back… she would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward.” - Aslan, C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

I Didn’t Leave You. I Chose to Survive Without Help.



๐Ÿ’” I Didn’t Leave You. I Chose to Survive Without Help.

A SWANK dispatch from the intersection of emotional abandonment and legal survival.

He said he’d never forgive me.
Not for yelling.
Not for giving up.
Not for pulling away.

But I didn’t pull away to punish.
I pulled away to breathe — in a life where breath itself is a medical battle.


๐Ÿง  I Was Fighting a System. He Was Watching Me Drown.

While I was:

  • Filing injunctions,

  • Logging harassment,

  • Suing social services,

  • Recording every lie they put on my children’s names…

He was:

  • Getting quiet,

  • Getting distant,

  • Getting offended that I couldn’t hold both the system and his feelings at once.


๐Ÿ“ฆ I Was Carrying It All — And Then One More Box Broke Me.

Love should feel like shelter.
But his presence became another demand.
Another soft voice saying:

“Why can’t you make space for me?”

Because space was already occupied —
by legal folders,
medical records,
and my children’s right to exist without being pathologised.


๐Ÿšช I Didn’t Walk Away. I Closed a Door He Wasn’t Willing to Hold Open.

He told me:

“I’ll never forgive you.”

But what he meant was:

“I’ll never forgive you for stopping the performance I benefitted from.”

Because I was the one:

  • Soothing,

  • Explaining,

  • Holding emotional centre — even while I was being institutionally hunted.


๐Ÿ›ก I Chose Survival. He Wanted Comfort.

You can’t build a fortress with someone who thinks your defense mechanisms are character flaws.

You can’t protect your children and pacify a man who feels neglected when you’re too busy not collapsing.

You can’t be loyal to your own life and someone else’s fragility at the same time.


๐Ÿ–‹ Forgiveness Doesn’t Interest Me Anymore.

If I’m unforgivable because I said:

“I need to focus. I need to survive. I need you to either help or step aside.”

Then so be it.

I’ll take his unforgiveness with the rest of the court evidence.

I didn’t abandon love.
I stopped mistaking emotional detachment for intimacy.

This isn't heartbreak — this is refined emotional clarity under pressure.


Filed under: SWANK Emotional Records / Legal Survival / Refusal to Be the Crutch
Tagline: If protecting my life makes me unforgivable, then I was never safe in his love to begin with.



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