“They love your softness until they realize they can’t control it.” – Billy Chapata
My Interpretation: He did not fall in love with me. He fell in love with what I could do for him. & the second I needed something back – he called it too much.

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🪓 Grady: Bearded betrayal in a Ford Fuck-Us.

Jobless Prince.
Gaslighter King.
God Complex Deluxe.

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💸 The Setup

My first real relationship after Rowe.
The one everyone thought would be “the next chapter.”
I paid the bills.
Car payments – his & mine.
Groceries.
Electric.
Everything.

He “played house.”
But I was the house.
The one holding it all together while he lived rent-free in both my home & my head.

He googled how to propose.
His parents funded it.
He literally spelled it out in cupcakes.
I shoved one in my mouth instead of saying yes.
& he jammed the ring on my finger anyway.

That was the moment I knew.
But knowing does not always mean leaving
& I had not let myself get up yet.

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📞 The Lies

He called me beautiful.
Then went silent for days.
He called me different.
Then compared me to girls he had fucked before.
He told me not to worry about her.
Her.
The blonde in our bed.
The one I walked in on during my lunch break.

I did not scream.
I did not cry.
I picked up the phone – called his mother –
& told her to come pick up her grown-ass baby.

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🔥 The Fallout

His shit?
Thrown from the second floor.
His tears?
Wasted on the gravel drive.
My rage?
Blazing at the end of the driveway while I danced to Picture to Burn & set fire to the wreckage.

He begged me to stay.
I reminded him: this was not his home anymore.
One more step, & it was trespassing.
He backed off.
I burned every photo.

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🍻 The Rise

That night?
I hit the bar with Sabrina.
We met Orion and Odessa.
& for the first time in forever –
I could breathe.

No one made me feel like too much.
No one tried to clip my wings.
They just held space.
& reminded me what safety felt like.

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🧨 The Truth

Grady didn’t kill my spirit.
But he sure as hell hollowed me out.

He stole my voice.
Twisted my softness into submission.
Made me question my own reality.

& when I finally walked away?

He called me unstable.
Like it was not his instability that shattered everything.
Like it was not his inability to participate in the partnership that could have changed the overall functionality of it.
Like his lack of support or ability to provide even if just to pay a bill with the money I provided him with was too much of a burden.

Grady did not break me.
But he made me rebuild.
& I did not use stone.
I used kindling.

Because the next ones?
Would burn even brighter.

xoxo ♡

Update as of 7/17/25: if you thought that we were done with Grady; apparently, we are all in for a shock –
because apparently, I now get enough rain that he feels comfortable enough to MOVE back to the area…
So, let that sink in & know; I must be reincarnated as the Suriel, or I truly am Feyre – because I have all the damn tea + the bad luck.