A veil was lifted, I can finally see beyond your fog. I have wishes that can be now, I am able to exist. I am no longer trapped  in between your  wanting, I am not yours to keep or to boss, taste or even limit: I am mine.  You are free to be happy elsewhere, I release you from our storyline.  I like your absence, I like that it says little or nothing at all, I like not to share plans with you and I like not to have to see them crumble around like a pile of senseless cards. We were a lousy pair - for I yielded every single day to your liking.  Mine was subdued and crawling around, begging to be left alone, begging to exist. So you made a selfish monster out of me. I shan't yield anymore. My wishes and desires shall be sacred. And I stand pleased, yet alone. Above all, free to do whatever I want in the company I see fit. So, come to think of it...  Thank you. I shall survive with honors.  Being who I am, with all my likings in place. Actual freedom, for a change.