Did you ever get to a place where you just feel as if no explanations are necessary? Where you can sit quietly amidst the swirling complaints and negatives, and it simply doesn't matter. You feel no need to speak up, to explain yourself, to correct the narrative as it is recounted by others?
The people that love you will give you the benefit of the doubt. The ones that don't, won't. In the end, the people that love you are the people that matter.
I sit here in the quiet of my own house, and I savor that quiet. I have no desire to let chaos in, and so the door stays shut from it. I am grateful for this place. Mostly, I am grateful for the quiet knocks, for the people that say in a whisper, "Are you okay? Do you want to want to talk?" and I do, so I let them in, and we speak quietly and calmly, and without accusations and pointing fingers.