There comes a point where you stop trying to be understood. Not because you don’t care. Not because you’ve grown cold. But because explaining yourself has become another form of exhaustion. You’ve said the same things in different ways. You’ve softened your words. You’ve clarified your intentions. You’ve given context, background, reasons. And still — you’re misunderstood. So you go quiet. Not in anger. Not in drama. But in self-preservation. A Small Scene A message sits unsent on your phone....