For years, I’ve carried a version of your story that never belonged to me.
I let you paint me as the villain just to make your life’s script make sense. I stayed quiet. I played along. I didn’t correct the whispers, even when they hurt because at the time, I thought protecting your peace was more important than defending my name.
But not anymore.
I’m done being the convenient scapegoat in your narrative.
I’m done shouldering the weight of your insecurities and your incompetence.
I’m done being silent while you twist the truth to fit your agenda.
Every day, I see it now, the manipulation, the dominance disguised as leadership, the way you project your failures onto others so you never have to look in the mirror. For the longest time, I tolerated it, thinking that staying “professional” or “peaceful” meant letting it slide. But silence is not peace. It’s surrender.
And I’m not surrendering anymore.
I’ve learned that calling people out isn’t about revenge, it’s about reclaiming your power. It’s about saying, “I see you for who you really are,” and refusing to play small just to make someone else comfortable in their delusion of control.
So here’s my truth: I’m done playing the villain.
I’m done dimming my light to make your darkness look justified.
You can keep your story, I’m writing my own.