You called me a monster.
I internalized that to mean that you thought I was unlovable. Unwantable. Unworthy.
Then I realized that we just had different connotations.
You meant that I was the kind of person whom you couldn’t control.
Who wasn’t manipulated by you.
Who stood up to you.
Whom you couldn’t conquer.
Who refused to be your puppet.
So you deflected.
Lied.
Name-called.
Created false narratives.
Tried to throw people off your scent.
I think my boundary-setting caused YOUR internal monster to come out in full force.
Your uncontrolled demons taking over.
Causing harm to yourself and others.
Your unresolved trauma coming out sideways onto everyone around you.
And, perhaps - just perhaps- when you called me a monster-
It was because I was holding up a mirror,
And you caught a glimpse of your OWN behaviors.
