Becoming Mo

What’s the point of being a good person – when goodness is met with indifference?

Imagine staying up late, long after your partner should have been home, just to know they’re safe – while your calls go unanswered.

Imagine knowing about betrayals and choosing silence because every conversation turns into conflict.

Imagine not being heard. Not being affirmed. Not being asked something as simple as, How are you doing?

Imagine pouring your heart out and receiving one-word responses. Repeatedly.

Imagine not hearing I love you unless alcohol or sex is involved.

Imagine being punished with silence for calling out wrongdoing.

Imagine hoping a pregnancy might fix what’s broken – believing a baby could soften her, steady him – or somehow change them.

And still – you remain faithful.

Still hopeful.

Still doing your part.

Still trying to be the good one.

What’s the point of all that?

This may sound imagined.

But they are excerpts from the lived reality of many – some without a voice, sometimes by choice.

And it raises a question we don’t ask enough:

Why do people endure love that slowly erases them?

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