Because idk if I'll ever fully heal from the things I've gone through. Idk if I ever will want to talk about everything I've gone through. And I'm tired of feeling like I have to. As if I'm somehow a bad person or a bad partner for not wanting to. That I'm purposely hiding shit, meanwhile all I'm trying to do is live my life and enjoy it in the moment, because I never was able to before.

Idk if I will ever feel genuine passion or joy again, but what I do know is that I am alive and I have to keep going. And that I am able to stop and smell the flowers every once in a while, and I should be able to without feeling like someone is breathing down my neck asking me why I chose this flower and not the other.

I deserve my right to privacy and to handle things on my own without involving my partner in them. I'm allowed to have boundaries emotionally and ask that my partner not cross them and get upset over it, and claim that I never talk to them about anything.