When I was young, I hated confrontation, so I behaved poorly in order to get my lovers to leave me, when that didn’t work, I ran away, it wasn’t called ghosting then, I don’t actually remember it having a name, not even in my head. It was just escaping, leaving behind confusion and anger when all I had to do was use my voice.
Now. I use my voice.
When we don’t use our voices, we cheat ourselves out of those words, hearing them, whether we are the villains or the heroes, we should be able to speak them aloud, “I don’t love you anymore,” “I am in love with someone else,” “I am not happy with you,” and every other word that can come at the end.
When have you used your voice and when have you simply run? What was the feeling afterwards? Did those feelings vary at all?