They got away with murder...
It’s so sad... to watch someone go on with their life after they’ve destroyed yours. To see them happy. Smiling. Thriving. Getting good things. Getting everything you thought the universe would withhold from them because of what they did to you. You’d think... you’d hope... that the universe would collectively decide to punish them. That karma would drag them through the same hell they put you through. That maybe...just maybe...they’d feel even an inch of the pain they caused. But that’s not how life works, is it?
Good people get bad things done to them... and bad people get away with it.
It’s one of the hardest things to come to terms with. That people who broke you, used you, betrayed you, hurt you... still get to wake up and have good days. They still get to laugh. They still get to love. They still get to live like they didn’t leave you in pieces. It’s like watching someone walk free after committing a crime. No handcuffs. No trial. No punishment. They just walk away... while you’re left standing in the ruins of what they did.
They got bail? No. They didn’t even need bail. They were never arrested in the first place.
And that’s what hurts the most. That you’re the one stuck trying to heal from what they did. You’re the one replaying everything, trying to make sense of it, trying to forgive, trying to let go. You’re the one bleeding, while they get to walk around untouched, unbothered, unpunished.
It’s hard. It’s so damn hard... to move on when they seem to have moved on so easily. To see them smile, knowing they once made you cry. To see their life move forward while yours still feels paused at the moment they hurt you. It feels unfair. It feels cruel. It feels like injustice.
But maybe that’s just what life is sometimes... unfair. Maybe the lesson is that not everyone who hurts you will pay for it. Not everyone who breaks you will be broken. And maybe... maybe the real justice isn’t seeing them suffer. Maybe it’s choosing to live, even after what they did. Maybe it’s finding peace... even when they don’t deserve it.
Because one day, you wake up... and it doesn’t hurt the same anymore. One day, you realize you didn’t die after all. That the version of you they killed wasn’t the end of your story... it was the beginning of your rebirth.
They got away with murder, yes... but you survived it. You rebuilt. You rose from it. And that... that’s something they’ll never get away from.
Xoxo
Nirvana