A powerful thing I had to learn as a black girl was to be very picky about when I choose to explain myself. As much as I want to scream to be understood, there are some people and some places that won’t ever care. You HAVE to choose yourself, go where the love is, and let it go.
I don’t understand if you have a negative experience somewhere why would you keep coming back expecting things to change. Yet keep complaining about it. Insanity.