"I Did It For You"

"I sacrificed everything."

You keep saying that like it's a gift.

Like they asked to be born.

Like they owe you for the life you chose to make.

You gave up your dreams so they could have theirs—

But you never asked what their dreams were.

You just handed them yours. Wrapped in guilt.

Tied with obligation.

"After everything I've done for you..."

That's not love.

That's a transaction.

And the worst part?

They'll spend their whole life paying off a debt they never signed up for.

They don't owe you.

They never did.

You owed them—to be whole enough that they didn't have to fix you.