You've told the story four times now and it's getting good.
The third telling found the right words. The fourth cut the boring part and landed the ending. Somewhere in there it stopped being a thing that happened and became a piece you perform.
That's the trouble with getting it off your chest.
Nothing leaves.
Every retelling deepens the groove. The grievance sharpens.
The version where you were wronged becomes the only one you can still remember.
Whoever you tell agrees with you.
That isn't a second opinion. It's a second vote for the version that's hurting you.
The story gets better every time you tell it.
You don't.
