So here is a jammy little truth spread thick on toast:
I am not interested in your redemption arc.
Not because I am cruel, NAY, because I am free.
You do not get to use my grace as a stage. Nor do you get to test your sincerity on my doorstep. My healing? Narrated by me.
Eat your own words. Digest them properly this time.
And maybe—maybe season them with truth.
