A drafts folder full of fights that never happened isn’t cowardice. It’s editing.

Writing something and not sending it is not avoidance. It is where the anger gets its own room and you get to read what you were about to say before it becomes permanent. Much of what feels essential at midnight turns out to be one true sentence wrapped in forty written for effect. Finding that sentence is the actual work.

Keep writing the long version, and let it be as unfair as it needs to be, since nobody will read it. Come back the next day and see what is still true. Send that, or say it out loud, or find you no longer need to.