he wasn't lying. he was managing. | musing no. 97
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she didn’t know something was wrong.
she knew something was missing.
that’s a different kind of pain.
—
you can point to wrong.
you can name it.
you can leave it.
missing is harder.
missing doesn’t give you anything to hold.
it just takes up space
where something should have been.
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she asked questions
not because she was suspicious.
because the answers
should have already existed.
and when they didn’t —
when she had to ask
what she should have already known —
something shifted.
quietly.
without a fight.
without a name.
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he wasn’t hiding anything dramatic.
no other woman.
no secret life.
he was hiding himself.
the version of him
that was struggling.
that was scared.
that was drowning slowly
in something he couldn’t say out loud.
he kept that part
locked.
because he believed
that if she saw it,
she would leave.
so he gave her the composed version.
the managed version.
the version that looked like he had it together.
and she held that version
as carefully as she could.
not knowing
she was holding a performance.
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she started noticing the gaps.
not because she was looking for them.
because you can only fill in blanks
for so long
before you begin to wonder
why there are so many.
she didn’t say anything.
she just got quieter.
and he called it peace.
—
it wasn’t peace.
it was the sound of someone
deciding
to stop reaching
for a door
that was never fully open.
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by the time he wanted to let her in,
she had already learned
how to live
without access.
not because she stopped caring.
because she had run out
of the energy it takes
to keep caring
about someone
who will not let you
close enough
to help.
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this is what non-transparency costs.
not the relationship in one moment.
the relationship in a thousand small ones.
every question she had to ask
that she shouldn’t have needed to.
every blank she filled in wrong
and was never corrected.
every time she felt something shift
and he said nothing.
it doesn’t arrive as a rupture.
it arrives as distance
neither of them
can fully explain.
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she wanted to know him.
not perform knowing him.
not guess at him.
not investigate him.
not manage the anxiety
of never being quite sure
what was real.
she wanted the door open.
that’s all.
the door.
open.
— author
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