“He Thought I Was Weak: But the Fire He Set for Me Is Now Burning Him”
He thought I was weak…. But he actually had no idea how much self-restraint I held—for six long years.
For six years, I silenced myself.
I walked on eggshells.
I tried to keep the peace in a war zone where I was constantly blamed for the chaos.
I contorted myself into impossible shapes trying to make him happy—trying to avoid the next explosion, trying to absorb the damage before it hit me too hard.
But eventually, it did. And the whole thing collapsed.
And so did the version of me that used to believe perceived “peace” was more important than truth.
Now?
I have nothing left to lose.
And that means I finally have everything to gain.
The Fire He Set
I used to pray that he would finally meet his match.
That someone would come along and do to him what he did to me—that someone would break him the way he tried to break me.
But what I didn’t realize at the time was…
I AM that match.
But not in the way I imagined.
I’m not returning fire with fire.
I’m returning fire with truth.
The one thing he never expected.
He thought I would stay silent.
He thought his charisma and charm would keep the truth buried.
He thought I would still fawn over him, even after he torched everything we built.
But instead, I’m the one who caught his fire—and forged it into a sword of clarity.
This is What Judgment Day Looks Like
It doesn’t come with thunder and lightning.
It comes in the quiet power of a woman who stops protecting her abuser.
It comes in the form of receipts, accountability, and unshakeable truth.
It comes when the lies can no longer outrun the reality of what was done.
When I was doing a Lionsgate reading for me, I felt it:
He is Standing before the Throne right now. His own Judgment Day.
The truth playing like a reel before him showing him…
“This is what you did.
And this is the impact it had.”
Over and over, until it cracks the illusion. Until it brings him to his knees—not because someone punished him, but because he finally sees what he became.
That’s what real reckoning looks like.
That’s what happens when you misuse the fire meant for healing.
He Thought I Would Never Speak
And for years, I didn’t.
I held it in. I tried to be the bigger person.
I made excuses. I told myself he was hurting.
I tried to believe that if I loved hard enough, it would heal us both.
But now I understand:
He used every ounce of my compassion to avoid his consequences.
And now that I’m not holding that shield for him anymore—now that I’m speaking—it’s his own fire that’s being returned to him.
This isn’t vengeance.
This is consequence.
This is how God moves.
I Am Divinely Protected
He forgot something.
He forgot who I am.
He forgot who walks with me.
He forgot whose voice I carry.
I am surrounded by ancestors, guides, and angels.
I am held in the arms of God.
And my truth is a shield he cannot break.
I have taken every ounce of fire he sent me and I’ve alchemized it.
And now?
That same fire is burning through the lies.
That same fire is lighting the path for other women to walk free.
That same fire is righteous, reckoning, and holy.
The Real Hell Isn’t What Happens to Him. It’s What He Has to Face.
He could have walked this path wrapped in my love.
He could have chosen healing. He could have honored the sacred connection.
But instead, he chose his ego… thinking there would be no consequences for sins committed against me.
And now? He’s watching the full reel of everything he tried to hide—and he can’t look away.
The real hell isn’t fire and brimstone.
It’s seeing the full distance between who you became and who you were meant to be.
It’s standing in front of the mirror you thought you destroyed—and realizing she’s still standing, stronger than ever, and finally… she’s speaking.
And this time?
You don’t get to interrupt or silence her.
If You’re Reading This…
…and you’ve been through the fire too—
If you’ve kept quiet to survive—
If you’ve minimized your pain because they told you it wasn’t real—
If you’ve been made to feel crazy, unstable, weak, or dramatic—
Hear me clearly:
You are the fire.
You are the judgment.
You are the healing.
And YOU are their reckoning.
They thought we would never speak.
But we are speaking now.
And this time, we don’t go quiet… just to keep their “peace”.
