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𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢

There’s a difference between making a mistake and making a choice. One is a moment. The other is intention.

I’ve always believed in loyalty, in showing up for your people when things get messy. But loyalty doesn’t mean silence. It doesn’t mean looking away while someone I love gets torn apart by the same person who claimed to love him too.

What happened wasn’t a joke. There was drinking, reckless choices, and behind all the laughter - pain. She wasn’t alone that night. She was carrying my niece or nephew. And that’s not a detail, that’s a heartbeat. A future. One that deserved better than excuses and blurred lines. Being pregnant doesn’t make you untouchable. It makes you responsible, for your body, your choices, and the truth you try to bury.

I didn’t sign up to be the one who has to balance grace and fury, who has to protect both my brother and the baby growing inside someone I used to call my friend. But here I am, holding the middle while everyone else tears at the edges.

I’m not perfect, and Kobe knows I’m no saint. But I don’t lie to the people I love. And I do not lie for them. I’ve spent too much of my life cleaning up other people’s messes, putting on a smile, pretending everything’s okay so things don’t fall apart. But this family has bent enough. I’m not watching it break for the sake of someone else’s pride.

I don’t care if I lose a friend. I care if my niece or nephew grows up in a world where lies are sweetened and swept under the rug. I won’t be the one sugarcoating fire just to make it easier to swallow.

So no, I won’t defend what can’t be defended. Loyalty isn’t blind - it sees clearly and still chooses love. But love doesn’t mean covering for someone who chose to hurt the person they were supposed to stand beside at the altar.