Small Problem

My girl’s ex stays circling, questioning our bond, like he can’t stand the fact she’s moved on.

She tells me plain: he doesn’t want to see her happy. He calls her names, tries to drag her down. He posted up on a forum we all share — she dropped a comment, and he snapped. Started calling her desperate, throwing random insults. All of it designed to cut her down, because he’s still bleeding from the truth that broke him.

See, the way they ended was simple: he lied on her. She got burned by his story until the truth came out. Once he was exposed, he lost face. And instead of letting go, he locked into bitterness. Now he only moves in two directions:

• Tear her down when she’s up.

• Run back to her when he needs something.

That’s his loop.

She feels the weight of it. Says maybe she’s too much of a problem for me. Maybe we should break. But she’s not a problem ... she’s just stuck in the shadow of his noise. And her own father still rates the guy, which keeps that shadow close.

As for me? I stay calm. Not because I don’t feel it. but because I know the terrain. He’s younger than I am, he’s bitter, he’s 250 miles out. No sense in me building a fight I can’t walk into. I told her: peace is the better mask until I can move different.

I’m not built for net-beef. That’s noise. That’s wasted fire.
If I move, I move in real time, real ground.
Until then, I hold center.