At one point in our relationship, I thought you were my rock.
I thought you were the person who kept me steady.
The person who kept me grounded.
The person I could confide in.
The person that supported me through everything.
The person who was there for me when times got hard.


Reflecting back on it now, you were still my rock, but with a different meaning.


You were the rock that weighed me down.
The rock that made times harder.
The rock that used me as its own personal crutch.
The rock that held me back from being happy.
The rock that used my insecurities against me.


I fell under the weight of my rock. Unable to wiggle my way out from underneath for far too long.


I hope whoever is reading this doesn't make the same mistake.