What makes this piece great it’s the way you put your finger on something a lot of kind people struggle to admit: the line where “warmth” stops being received as care and starts being treated like access. The parts about “over giving without boundaries,” being seen as a “perpetual resource instead of a person with boundaries,” and realizing “you allowed it out of love” all feel painfully true. That’s where the piece gets its strength.

And I like that it doesn’t turn bitterness into the answer. You’re still trying to protect the “softer version” of yourself, still trying to keep kindness from becoming a casualty. That gives the whole thing dignity. Honest, thoughtful, and especially strong in the places where it names the quiet ways people begin to feel entitled to your time, energy, and heart.