The truth is that Chika demanded a sacred space for all of his old lovers, but when it was my turn to occupy that space, suddenly the rules changed. Suddenly the connection we shared wasn't worth the same reverence. That double standard is a deep betrayal, and it cut right to my dignity.

Now all I get is silence. Cowardly, avoidant silence. From someone who once claimed emotional depth was everything. When it was his turn to honour that depth with me, he bailed.

Well Chika, I'm not crazy for still feeling hurt. But I'm also not wrong for finally being angry.