The Quiet Rebellion

I don’t even know how to write this without my chest tightening, but maybe that’s the point. Maybe I need to stop holding it in and just say it: my heart is broken. Not from one explosive fight or some dramatic betrayal (but yes, those, too), but from the quiet, constant ways he shows me that my feelings don’t matter. It’s death by a thousand cuts. A turned-away glance when I need connection. A silence when I need reassurance. A shrug when I say, “that hurt me.” And then, whe