Why do we stay in relationships that slowly eat us alive? Maybe it’s the fear of being alone. The silence of a phone that doesn’t buzz, the empty nights when no one texts or calls, it’s terrifying. So we convince ourselves that someone, anyone, is better than nothing, even if “someone” treats us like an afterthought. 

Those crumbs, those tiny scraps of attention aren’t love, they’re survival. We trade our worth for a sliver of comfort, telling ourselves that it’s better than loneliness. Every apology we accept, every insult we brush off, every night spent waiting for them to notice us chips away at who we are. We forget that being alone doesn’t mean being unloved, it means being free.

I would rather be lonely than let someone’s negligence define my life. Loneliness is brutal, yes, but it’s honest. Being with someone who treats you like trash is a slow death for the soul. Stop pretending their crumbs are a feast. Stand up, walk away, and discover that being alone can be the strongest kind of love, the love you owe yourself.