After returning home from a 9-month deployment, I found all my belongings stuffed into trash bags inside my own house

already broken.

Staying longer doesn’t automatically repair it.

Sometimes it only delays the damage.

I didn’t leave because I hated them.

I left because trust was gone.

Respect was gone.

Without those, all we had left was habit.

And habit wasn’t enough.

Boundaries would have been easier if I had built them much earlier.

Instead, I made exception after exception.

I told myself each was temporary.

Small.

Not worth a fight.

But people adapt quickly to what you repeatedly allow.

First they appreciate it.

Then expect it.

Then depend on