08/01/2026
My baby daddy treated me right.
He was gentle, patient the kind of man every woman says she wants.
But I cheated on him.
Not because he did anything wrong but because he was too right
He was nice too nice.
And somewhere deep inside me, I confused peace with boredom.
I thought love was supposed to be loud, unpredictable, messy.
So when everything was calm, I created my own storm.
The day he found out, I braced myself for the worst
screaming, insults, maybe even a slap.
But he didn’t do any of that.
He just looked at me, and smiled.
Not the kind of smile that says
“It’s fine.”
No it was the kind that says
“I see you now.”
He didn’t shout.
He didn’t hit me.
He just said,
“I hope whoever he is makes you happier than I could.”
And that’s when my heart cracked.
Because his calm hurt more than any anger could.
Days passed, but his silence was louder than any argument.
I saw him again at the park, with our child.
He looked peaceful, almost free.
He waved, still kind, still gentle.
And me?
I was standing there, realizing I had lost a good man
not because he wasn’t enough,
but because I didn’t know how to handle enough when I finally had it.
That’s when I understood
sometimes, the “boring” ones are the ones who would have given you the world.
We just don’t recognize peace until we’ve destroyed it...🥀💔
