You don’t need a perfect partner. You need someone who can regulate their emotions, admit when they fuck up, & actually sit with uncomfortable conversations without shutting down, flipping it on you, or throwing low blows every time shit gets real.
one thing about tables, baby… they always turn. don’t think you can plant chaos in someone else’s life and rest easy. what you create comes back dressed as your reality. karma doesn’t miss… it remembers.
They weren’t lying went they said one day you just wake up and just don’t care anymore. No warning, no dramatic shift, just a quiet, peaceful detachment.