A good person's final stage isn't anger, it's clarity. The moment their empathy is exhausted, they see you without excuses, without hope, and without the filter of love
tolerating always turns into resentment. at first, you call it patience, then love. but what it really is, is self abandonment. every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. eventually, the bill comes due.