Cancer

The small resentment you have been nursing is not really about the thing that started it. It is about all the other times you swallowed what you wanted to say, all the moments you chose peace over honesty because someone else's comfort felt more urgent than your own truth. This particular grievance has become the place where every other unspoken frustration has come to live. You keep feeding it with fresh evidence, but what you are really feeding is the exhaustion of always being the one who bends first. The resentment will dissolve when you stop asking it to hold so much weight.