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Lord, let truth be kind here, and love be safe. Amen.

For Abiba, with truth & love

This is a warm, private page. It doesn’t diagnose. It names my experience, asks for honest repair, and sets boundaries so love can be safe.

What this page is

  • My lived experience in “I” statements.
  • A path to repair if you want it.
  • A short spoken-word piece to hear when you’re ready.

What this page isn’t

  • Not a public drag; this is private.
  • Not a debate about labels.
  • Not a promise to stay in contact regardless of harm.

My experience

I have felt close in private but undermined in public. I’ve been called “obsessed” or unstable when my intention was care. My reality was retold with a twist that made me doubt myself. This dynamic has left me anxious, unsafe, and heartbroken. I still love you—and I must love myself, too.

What I need (boundaries)

  • No triangulation: talk to me directly; no side conversations about me.
  • Truth only: if false claims are made, I’ll correct them once and disengage.
  • Cooling-off rule: when things escalate, I’ll pause and reply in 24–48 hours.
  • Respect my work: my platform isn’t for hidden messages or attacks.
  • Safety first: threats of harm → I’ll contact appropriate services. I can’t be the only lifeline.

What I’m asking you to acknowledge

  • Some things said about me were untrue or unfair.
  • Calling me “obsessed/stalker” harmed me and wasn’t true.
  • Intense feelings can lead to splitting—seeing me all-good then all-bad—and this broke trust.
  • Repair means truthful, direct, boundaried contact from here on.

Spoken word — 60 seconds

I loved you in the sunlight and I loved you in the storm.
You handed me a mirror that split me down the middle —
saint on Monday, monster by Friday.
I kept sewing the story shut with prayer and patience,
while whispers rewrote my name like smoke.
I am not obsessed, I am awake.
I am not your villain, I am a woman with a spine and a soft voice.
Here is my truth: love without safety is harm.
Here is my promise: I won’t trade my peace to prove my love.
If you choose the light — truth, no triangles, timeouts when waves are high —
I will meet you there, palm open, heart guarded, hope alive.
Two truths can live: the storm you fight, the self I protect.
May we both become whole.

Support (UK)

Emergency: 999 • Samaritans: 116 123 • Shout (text): 85258 • Refuge National DA Helpline: 0808 2000 247