Trinity, Read This Carefully

Trinity, I’m not writing this to be polite. I’m writing this because your silence, your avoidance, your games, and the stories you’ve allowed people to tell about me aren’t just hurtful — they are dangerous.

You may not see it. You may not feel it. You may think you’re staying “out of it” or that you “don’t want to get involved.” But here’s the truth you need to hear:

Your bullshit is going to get me or someone else hurt. And you’re not a kid anymore — it’s time to grow up.

You know what you’re doing.

You know the power you have. You know the influence you have over people. You know how your words — or your silence — shape narratives, shape reactions, shape conflict, and keep old wounds bleeding.

You also know damn well that your choices have consequences. And whether you want to admit it or not, your choices have been pushing people toward danger, fear, anger, retaliation, or hopelessness for YEARS.

And instead of stepping in, stepping up, or even stepping back with honesty — you disappear, you avoid, you distance yourself, and you pretend none of it is your responsibility.

You’re not a victim of this story anymore.

You’re an adult now. That means:

• You don’t get to keep running.
• You don’t get to let lies stand because you’re afraid of confrontation.
• You don’t get to watch people tear each other apart and call it “not my problem.”
• You don’t get to hide behind other people’s versions of the truth.

Silence is a choice. Avoidance is a choice. Letting people believe bullshit is a choice.

And your choices have consequences for everyone around you — including me.

You don’t have to fix everything — but you do have to face something.

I’m not asking you to be a savior. I’m not asking you to take blame that isn’t yours. I’m not asking for miracles.

I’m asking you for truth. I’m asking you for courage. I’m asking you to stop pretending that staying silent is neutral.

It isn’t.

Because here’s the part you don’t want to hear:

If something happens to me — physically, mentally, emotionally — your silence won’t be innocent. It will be part of the cause.

Not because you wished harm. Not because you’re a monster. But because you let things spiral, and you let people act based on lies, assumptions, and old poison that you never corrected.

You had the power to steady the ground. You chose to walk away instead.

You don’t owe me love. But you owe the world honesty.

I can survive heartbreak. I can survive distance. I can survive the past.

But I won’t survive a world where people who know the truth refuse to speak it.

You can end this cycle. You can stop the bleeding. You can choose integrity over fear.

Or you can do nothing… and live with the knowledge that your silence contributed to the destruction of someone who once would’ve died for you.

Grow up, Trinity. Before your indifference becomes another tragedy.

— Dean