17/03/2026
You think it’s over this time. Something in you relaxes because they said sorry, because they held you differently, because, for a moment, it feels like they finally see you. And that moment… It’s real to you. You feel it in your body. The softness, the closeness, the hope that it will be different now.
But it never starts with the bad. That’s the part people don’t understand. It starts with connection, the attention you’ve missed. Slowly, almost without noticing, something moves. This tone changes. Comments land differently. There’s tension, and silence grows heavy. You begin thinking more, explaining more, adjusting without realising it.
You try to keep things calm. You try not to trigger anything. You tell yourself it’s just a phase, just stress, just a misunderstanding.
And then, despite your efforts, it breaks.
The words. The anger. The control. The moment when you feel it in your whole body — this isn’t right. But before you can fully land in that truth… it softens again.
Again, it’s the apology. The closeness. A different version of them. The one you fell for. The one you keep hoping is the real one.
And, as always, your body holds onto that. Not the pain. Not the confusion. It holds onto that one moment which felt like love.
That’s how the cycle keeps working.
Not because you are weak. Not because you don’t see. Your system learned to survive inside it.
Survival doesn’t always mean walking away. Sometimes it means staying, trying, hoping, returning to that instant that felt safe, even if everything around it wasn’t.