An Open Letter to Whoever Cares the Least,
“Whoever cares the least, wins” you would always tell me. When I would be crying over a heartbreak, you’d say this as if it’s the answer to all life problems. As if love and relationships are just a game. That the outcome to every situation in life, there will be a winner and loser.
“Whoever cares the least, wins”
You say these words to me as if you cared for me. But really, you were setting up the game. The Who Could Care the Least Game.
How you played: You are only kind to me when it was most convenient for you or wanted something in return. On a good day, you would greet me with a smile, open the door for me, and may even compliment me. In front of others, you would boast how proud you were of me. You would offer me your drinks, the food you liked to eat, or to join to watch your TV shows with you. When you weren’t busy watching TV on the couch, you’d offer your help to work what you consider as a man’s job.
But when the game didn’t go your way: You’d never let me have a turn. You’d either interrupt what I had to say or treat me as if I was nothing but stupid. The few times I was able to watch my own TV shows, you’d sit there and point out how stupid you thought they were. As you are sitting on the couch with a beer in your hand, you wait until someone comes home to complain how nothing gets cleaned and it’s their fault. I tell you my solutions to a problem and you’d quickly say you don’t want to do that. When I would voice out my thoughts, you won’t listen and just tell me how I’m wrong and your right. You would always be the first to walk away, just to make sure you had the last word. But in the end you would always say “Whatever”; “Hey don’t sweat it”; “It’s all good”; “Don’t worry about it”; “Just chill”.
“Whoever cares the least, wins”
You think putting on your poker face means you are winning the game. I know the cheating that you do when I’m not looking. I hear what you say about me and what you call me behind my back. The lies you spread about me. The things you do behind closed doors that helps you escape your problems.
You think giving me orders and moving my things, gives you control over me. You think putting me down or making sexual comments towards me, gives you power over me. You think when you see me with tears streaming down my cheeks, furry in my eyes, voice shaking up high, you have won over me.
NO
I am not playing your game. Your game is just game. A dirty one you play. I’m not a game piece, I am a person. A person who gets sad, who gets hurt, who gets angry, who gets upset. A person who CARES!
It’s not who cares the least, wins. It’s the one who knows what to care for the most, wins. I care about my true family and friends. The people who know me. The ones who truly love and care for me. I care about my future and goals in life. I care about strengthening my relationship with God. And most importantly, I care about myself and my well-being. I know my worth and my value, and you and your game aren’t worth my time.
So go ahead and think you’ve won your game. But in the end, it’s just you and your careless game. While I am off spending my time and energy on the things that I care for the most.
Sincerely,
The One Who Cares the Most.
