When Jealousy Whispered

December 7, 2025

Jealousy brushed against me the other day.

A brief, familiar flicker—unexpected and gone almost as quickly as it arrived.

For a moment, I felt the old echoes:

the sadness,

the sting,

the sense of being replaced.

But then clarity rose.

I remembered what I uncovered.

I remembered how decisively I walked away when the truth surfaced—

no hesitation,

no bargaining,

no looking back.

I left because I finally saw the reality for what it was.

And I chose myself.

Over these past months, jealousy has visited me in waves.

Sometimes sharp, sometimes quiet.

But I’ve faced every bit of it.

Written through it.

Sat with it long enough to understand what it was pointing to.

And in that process, I reached the place where the truth lives:

There is nothing to be jealous of.

Not the dysfunction.

Not the emotional unavailability.

Not the soothing words of love or skin to skin, heart to heart connection.

So when that old feeling sparked the other day,

it dissolved before it could take root.

There was no story left in me to feed it.

Because the woman I am now is choosing differently—

choosing joy-filled weekends, bright possibility, and a life that opens instead of contracts.

Choosing connections that build safety, steadiness, and security—

not ones that leave me scanning for threats

or concerned about other people in the background.

Choosing energy that expands me, not drains me.

Choosing experiences that feel like color and breath and new beginnings.

In the simplest terms:

I no longer choose dysfunction.

I choose me.