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A teenager repeatedly kicked the seat in front of him, ignoring the passenger’s requests to stop.
Eventually, the man reclined his seat, which resulted in the teen getting hurt from the sudden impact.
I used to have a friend who would text me at 2 or 3 am in the morning whenever she was fighting with her boyfriend. Not just quick messages either long voice notes, dramatic paragraphs, “please answer” calls back to back. Even when I had early classes the next day, I’d sit up in bed and respond. I’d talk her through every breakdown, remind her of her worth, tell her she deserved consistency and respect. Sometimes I’d stay up until sunrise just making sure she was okay.
This went on for months. It became normal for me to pause my own rest, my own peace, whenever she needed comfort.
One evening, after a really overwhelming day, I finally reached my limit. I wasn’t okay. I felt anxious and heavy and just needed someone to talk to. It was around midnight, not even that late compared to her usual crisis hours... so I called her.
She declined it.
A few minutes later she texted, “I’m out right now. Can this wait? We’ll talk another time.”
No follow-up. No “What’s wrong?” No checking in later.
That was the moment something shifted in me. I realized I had been showing up for someone who only saw me as an emergency hotline. I was her comfort, but she was never mine.
And that’s when it hit me: not everyone who leans on you plans to hold you back. Some people are used to receiving your energy, but have never practiced giving it. If you don’t protect your time, your sleep, your heart... people will take from it without even noticing.
Being supportive is kind. But support should never be one-sided.