Stand firmly on whatever weird, calculated crap you chose to do to me, own it completely. Because I am going to return that same energy, and I won't pretend it's accidental. I don't want you acting confused later, wondering what I'm doing or why. When it happens, I will stand confidently on what I did and how I treated you. And trust me, I remember everything, every detail you hoped time would fade. So if you suddenly develop convenient situational amnesia, I'll happily refresh your memory. I know you'll still attempt denial, since avoiding accountability is your greatest talent. Watching you dodge responsibility is painful, almost tragic in its predictability. It exposes how deeply you resent yourself, especially when my self respect unsettles you. And the fact that I can love myself without playing your games drives you insane.