The Battle is Coming

We’re about to go head to head. And it’s coming in the most unexpected way.

Looking ahead, I have two choices on when to expose your dirty work. Upon some reflection, I have decided to go with the option that will air things out sooner rather than later.

I know there will be retaliation. You’ve already proven that in the past few months. I know it’ll only get worse from here, as the date gets closer. It’ll be made known to everyone involved that I believe there will be retaliation. That it’ll be subtle. That it’s meant to be under the radar. But it’ll be there, that it’ll happen in such a way that it’ll make us even more uncomfortable than we already are.

We shouldn’t feel so uncomfortable in our own apartment that we need to leave to make the feeling go away. We shouldn’t feel do uncomfortable that it feels like we’re being pushed out just because I figured out what you were doing the thermostat. We shouldn’t feel so uncomfortable that it feels like we’re being targeted just for saying something and requesting that it stop.

I shouldn’t have to fear any of us saying something only for it to be used against us because you were eavesdropping on us while we were in our living room. I shouldn’t have to fear speaking up about the situation, knowing that there’s a strong possibility that you’ll use it to retaliate and make it worse. I shouldn’t have to fear you. I shouldn’t have to fear my own apartment.

I am taking a stand. In the end, I may still lose, but I’d rather go down swinging knowing I tried than to stay quiet and lose everything.

I have a voice and I am going to use it. I may fear you. I may fear the retaliation that you have planned for me for simply speaking up. But I’d rather speak up and speak out and be heard. My voice is important, even if you think it’s not.