The Laughter in detachment 😂

There’s a strange kind of laughter that comes when you finally let go of the avoidant ex.

Not the bitter kind — the free kind. The kind that bubbles up when you realise the version of them you loved never really existed.

You didn’t fall for who they truly were — you fell for their potential. The version you hoped they’d grow into, if only they could let themselves be loved.

But they couldn’t. They were unhealed, unwilling to self reflect. They freaked out and ran. But that’s not your burden to carry anymore.

When the fog lifts, you see it clearly: they weren’t mysterious or complex — they were emotionally unavailable, deeply unhealed, and afraid of true connection.

And you? You were trying to love a ghost — a projection of what could have been, not what was.

Now? No one is on a pedestal. No one is idolised or made bigger than life. You don’t romanticise brokenness or chase after breadcrumbs.

You’re no longer anxious for attachment. You’ve become whole, steady, secure — on your own.

And it feels like freedom.

Because the real shift happens when you realise you don’t need anyone to make you feel worthy, chosen, or enough.

You already are.

And that laughter? It’s the sound of your heart finally letting go — and your soul coming home.

TR