I waited so I could learn the map of your excuses. I waited so that when you finally looked at me— really looked — I would have the evidence. I would have the receipts of every night you came home hollow, every "I'm tired" that meant "I'm tired of you," every touch that felt like a goodbye.
But I didn't. I waited.
Angela White, do you hear me? I waited.
(A Monologue of Reckoning)