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I was angrier than I expected to be, and it took time to understand why. Nothing dramatic happened. No blow-up. Just a careful, thoughtful message that sounded balanced and kind, while quietly shifting where responsibility landed. I realised my reaction wasn’t emotional insecurity, it was ethical alarm. I have ADHD and a highly responsive justice system. When responsibility moves toward the person who can cope, rather than the one causing disruption, my body notices first.

I went quiet deliberately. I watched someone I love get hurt by the person meant to love them most, and the truth didn’t arrive as a single moment but as gaps, stories, and details shared too casually to ignore. I knew what was happening. I also knew that if the truth came from me, it would only cause more harm. Silence cost me a friendship, but speaking would have cost even more.

Breaking up in a triad is messy—your ex is still dating your partner, always around, never letting you move on. Can it ever really work?