You're Not Confused - You're Just Disrespectful

And I don’t repeat myself.

Let’s get one thing straight from the start: I’m not mean. I’m not stuck up. I’m not “too good.” I’m just done babysitting grown adults who play dumb around basic boundaries. I’m the kind of person who will give you a hundred chances to just be real with me. I’ll listen. I’ll empathize. I’ll bend, stretch, and break my back trying to understand where you're coming from. But once I catch you playing in my face—acting like you don’t know what you’re doing while disrespecting me in the same breath? That’s when I stop talking and start walking.

Respect isn’t a luxury. It’s not negotiable. And it’s not earned through excuses, passive aggression, or pretending you “didn’t realize” you were out of line. It’s free. And if you can’t even give me that, you’ll be cut off so fast you’ll get whiplash.

🔻 You Knew What You Were Doing

Don’t insult my intelligence with that wide-eyed confusion when I call you out. Don’t gaslight me with the whole “I didn’t mean it like that” or “you’re being sensitive.” No, I’m being observant. And you’re being calculated. You knew the line. You saw it. You danced right up to it, then looked me in the eye while stepping over it like I wouldn’t say something. But now that I have you’re suddenly confused? Please.

That whole “I didn’t realize” thing? Cute. Save it for someone who still gives a shit. I’m not here to coach you through what common decency looks like. I’m not here to decipher your intentions like some emotional archaeologist digging through your trauma for a reason to excuse the mess you’re still making. I’ve seen it all before. And I’ve outgrown the games.

🔻 Understanding Is Not a Free Pass

Yes, I’m understanding. Painfully so. I’ve given people grace when I had none left for myself. I’ve held space for lies wrapped in soft voices. I’ve forgiven without apology. I’ve let shit slide that I should’ve slammed the door on. And why? Because I know what it’s like to struggle. To be human. To need time. To fuck up.

But here’s what I also know:

Being understanding doesn’t mean being naive.

It doesn’t mean I’ll let you lie to me twice.

It doesn’t mean I’m going to keep showing up when you’re consistently showing me who you really are.

Don’t confuse my empathy for permission. Don’t twist my grace into an open invitation to try me. You get one shot to show up as who you are. After that, I believe you.

🔻 Respect Is Non-Negotiable

Let me say this louder for the people in the back: respect is the bare fucking minimum.

I’m not looking for fans. I’m not looking for flattery. I’m not looking for you to worship the ground I walk on.

I just want you to be real. Be honest. Be direct. Say what you mean. Respect my space, my energy, my peace.

That’s it. That’s all.

And if you can’t?

If you need to sneak, lie, manipulate, or test me to feel powerful?

Then congratulations—you’ve just lost access to a person who would’ve gone to the mat for you.

Because I don’t operate in ego. I don’t do jealousy. I’m not in competition with anybody. You’re not “winning” anything by violating my peace. You’re just outing yourself as someone I can’t trust. And once I learn that about you, it’s over. No speech. No warning. Just silence.

🔻 I Don’t Do Repeat Warnings

Let me be crystal clear: I don’t repeat myself.

If I’ve told you what my boundary is, that’s the whole conversation. You don’t get to drag me into a sequel just because you didn’t like the ending of the first one.

I’m not arguing.

I’m not explaining.

I’m not performing calmness for someone who knew exactly what they were doing and did it anyway.

You wanna test me? Fine. But you won’t get a second chance. I don’t yell. I don’t chase. I don’t beg. I just stop showing up—and if that confuses you, it’s because you weren’t listening when I was being clear the first damn time.

🔻 Competing With My Peace? You Already Lost.

You think I’m bothered by silence? You think I need closure to sleep at night? You think I’ll run behind you begging for clarity after you chose to treat me sideways?

Nah. I’ll light a candle, wish you the best, and mean it while blocking you on everything I own.

Because here’s the truth: I don’t care about being right. I care about being at peace.

And if you think I’m going to jeopardize that for someone who can’t tell the truth or keep their energy clean—you’ve misjudged the fuck out of me.

You’re not battling for my attention. You’re battling for access to a space you were never meant to be in. And the second I feel you tampering with my peace? That access is revoked—permanently.

Final Note:

I don’t say this because I’m angry.

I say this because I’m free.

And I’ll protect that freedom with silence, space, and a locked door if I have to.

If you know how to act, we’re good.

But if you come in here trying to manipulate, compete, lie, or blur lines?

Don’t worry. I’ll move on so fast you won’t even get the chance to pretend you didn’t know better.