Once I've addressed the situation multiple times & it's no changed behavior, I stop caring. It's above me now. People treat you exactly how they feel about you & on top of that you heard me & seen how it affected me the first time. At some point in life you have to know your worth & stop letting people play with you like that.
Although I'm ok with being single, i can't wait to actually meet someone who's actually interested in me. The constant crave of wanting to talk, asking about my day, my feelings, sharing laughter & being heard is so rare nowadays. Nobody communicates anymore. Real is Rare.
It is crazy how a single moment of misunderstanding can become so toxic that it makes you forget the thousands of lovely moments you have spent together with someone. Anger has a terrible way of rewriting history.