I was with him for two years, and the confusing part is that we had good moments. Real ones. I think that’s what made everything harder to see clearly.

But every good moment came with a cost.

If I brought up something that bothered me, he’d say I was starting drama. If I needed reassurance, he’d call me needy. If he did something hurtful, he’d get defensive and twist it until I felt guilty.

Some days he was sweet, affectionate, and present. Other days he was cold, irritated, and distant. I never knew which version of him I’d get. My mood became completely dependent on his.

The unhealthy part wasn’t just the behavior…
It was how much I adapted to it.

I stopped asking questions.
I stopped expressing emotion.
I stopped expecting consistency.
I stopped being myself.

People think unhealthy relationships are full of obvious chaos. But sometimes it’s just you slowly fading into a quieter, sadder version of who you used to be — without even noticing.

                                              - Zyra