Boundaries
We all have that person the one who’s full of big ideas, infectious energy, and good intentions yet leaves you guarding your peace. For me, it’s a really well-meaning relative. He dreams boldly, jumps from venture to venture, and genuinely wants me to thrive. But over time, I’ve noticed the cracks: the half-truths, the blurred lines, the quiet tension when I don’t protect what’s mine. He isn’t malicious. But trust isn’t just about intent it’s about consistency. And when small lies slip in or boundaries flex too far, self-preservation kicks in. I’ve learned: first of all good people can still drain you, Love them, but don’t loan them your peace. Secondly, no is a complete sentence, Boundaries aren’t cruel they’re survival, finally I watch feet, not lips if actions don’t match words, I believe the actions. I still value him. But I no longer confuse loyalty with unlimited access. Some dances require space and that’s okay.
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