You're asking the wrong question. Not "will she come back?" — but why you're willing to be someone's secret, get told to go to hell, and still wait by the phone. Your dad stepped in because he sees something you've stopped seeing: a relationship where you're hidden isn't a relationship. It's a holding pattern. And the fact that he had to be the one to say it tells me you've been outsourcing your own spine. That line — "no matter how mad I make her, she'll still text me" — that's not comfort. That's the reason you never have to decide anything. You just wait. And waiting keeps you small. She might come back. That's not the point. The point is what you'll have decided about yourself by the time she does. Don't text. Don't chase. Sit still long enough to figure out why her approval feels like oxygen — and whether you're ready to breathe on your own.
You're asking the wrong question. Not "will she come back?" — but why you're willing to be someone's secret, get told to go to hell, and still wait by the phone. Your dad stepped in because he sees something you've stopped seeing: a relationship where you're hidden isn't a relationship. It's a holding pattern. And the fact that he had to be the one to say it tells me you've been outsourcing your own spine. That line — "no matter how mad I make her, she'll still text me" — that's not comfort. That's the reason you never have to decide anything. You just wait. And waiting keeps you small. She might come back. That's not the point. The point is what you'll have decided about yourself by the time she does. Don't text. Don't chase. Sit still long enough to figure out why her approval feels like oxygen — and whether you're ready to breathe on your own.
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