Dear Sister

Sleeping with your ex again…
it’s called this 🥺

It’s called going backward.
It’s called begging for crumbs from someone who already chose not to choose you.
It’s using your body to cover a void your self-love hasn’t yet faced.

It’s not love.
It’s dependence.
It’s poorly managed loneliness.
It’s accepting less just to not feel alone for one night.

Sleeping with your ex is returning to the same place where you were already broken—
pretending nothing happened,
as if the lies, the abandonment, the indifference
could be erased by sharing a bed.

For a few hours, you fool yourself.
You feel wanted.
Desired.
But by morning, you’re back to what you always were there: a convenient option, never a priority.

And it hurts more because deep down you know it.
You know it won’t change.
You know there’s no future.
You know you’re betraying yourself just to avoid facing loneliness.

Sleeping with your ex isn’t relapsing out of love—
it’s relapsing out of fear.
Fear of being alone.
Fear of starting over.
Fear of giving yourself the place you deserve.

And no one hurts you more
than you do
when you choose to return
to someone who already lost you.