I don’t wish bad on people. That’s not who I am. I’m not the type to sit around, hoping your life falls apart or that someone treats you how you treated me. But I do hope—genuinely and with every bit of grace I have left—that you meet someone like you.
I hope you meet someone who talks over you when you’re trying to express your feelings. Someone who makes decisions affecting you without asking what you think. Someone who twists situations to make themselves look good while throwing you under the bus. I hope you meet someone so wrapped up in their world that they forget you’re even standing there.
Not because I want you to suffer, but because maybe then, finally, you’ll understand.
You’ll understand what it’s like to be pushed to the background. To be the one who shows up, helps, and sacrifices, yet somehow still gets treated like an afterthought. You’ll know what it’s like to be talked about instead of talked to. To be misjudged, micromanaged, and dismissed.
You’ll know what it’s like to feel like your value is measured by how quiet you stay or how much you’re willing to tolerate. And when that moment hits you, when you realize someone you trusted doesn’t even see you clearly, I hope it wakes something up in you.
Because that’s what it did for me.
There’s something so eye-opening about being treated poorly by someone you gave your energy, time, and care to. You start questioning everything: Was it me? Did I do something wrong? Was I too much, or not enough? And then, one day, you realize it was never about you. It was always about them. About their control. Their ego. Their inability to self-reflect.
I don’t need revenge. I don’t need your apology. But I do believe life has a way of bringing things full circle. The same behavior you use to control and manipulate others will eventually come back to you—in someone else. And when it does, I hope it humbles you.
I hope you sit there, across from someone who mirrors your attitude. Someone who interrupts you when you’re speaking. Who disregards your efforts and makes you feel small for no reason. I hope you feel that sting of being misunderstood and underappreciated because it’s the only way you might grow.
Some people never learn until they’re on the receiving end of their behavior.
So no, I don’t wish you harm. I’m not praying for chaos to erupt in your life. I’m not bitter. And I’m not angry anymore. I’m just done making excuses for people who take advantage of others and dress it up as “being in charge” or “doing what’s best.” You weren’t leading. You were controlling. And I see that clearly now.
What you showed wasn’t strength. It was fear masked as authority. It was power disguised as care. And it was ego pretending to be helpful.
And I hope one day, someone does exactly what you did to me—not out of spite, but out of karma. I wish you would finally see how it feels. And I hope, in that moment, you recognize yourself.
Not because I want to watch you fall, but because I want you to wake up.
Because maybe then, the next time you’re in a position to treat someone with respect, compassion, or grace… you’ll actually do it.
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