I once walked into a room and overheard a couple of friends talking about me. They didn’t know I was there. I paused for a moment, let their words settle, then smiled, shook my head, and walked away.
There was a time I found out a friend had been speaking badly about me. They never knew I knew, and I never confronted them. Instead, I chose to quietly step away from that friendship, carrying only my peace with me.
Then there is my mother who cut me out of her life because I finally stood up for myself. I stopped crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even help me across a puddle. This time, too, I smiled, shook my head, and walked away.
People often ask me how I can just walk away from those who betray me—people I trusted, people I thought cared.
The truth is, each of those moments is a crossroads. Every betrayal, every disappointment, is a sign pointing me toward who is meant to journey with me and who is not. It’s never easy, but it’s always necessary.
I’ve learned that anger and resentment weigh you down. So instead of getting mad at those who betray me—whether they’re friends, my mom, or anyone else—I choose to bow out gracefully. I trust that life, or perhaps something greater, will fill the spaces they leave behind with people who are genuine, kind, and true.
Because at the end of the day, the journey is mine. And I’d rather walk it with those who truly belong beside me.
From Priestess Anna's FB. The first time I saw her talk about her mom who abandoned her and her father