I try to live my life by a very simple code: do unto others as you would have done to you. Admittedly I mess up quite a bit, but nevertheless I do not go out and actively seek moral misconduct or malapropos behavior. And, usually, when I fuck up, I tell people I fucked up in a "stand and face the music" sort of way.
I haven't fucked up, but I know somebody who has. And they are not accountable. By reason of denial or rationalization I am unsure.
At what point does patience give way to anger, anger to frustration, frustration to disappointment, disappointment to neglect? For me, with the people I care about, it takes being humiliated. I don't know why this is the tipping point for me, I suspect it has something to do with being teased in school quite a bit, but humiliation is the Medusa that turns my sad heart cold and hard.
I have always been a line in the sand type of guy. I live my life trying not to fuck with anyone, but, if you start fucking with me I guarantee I'm willing to go a lot farther a lot faster than you would expect. I refuse to be bullied, which may be childish and someday may change, but I don't know.
Granted I give my friends, family and loved ones a bit more room in this area. But, if you take it too far, I'm going to have to let you know. Which is why my friends, family and loved ones usually treat me with the utmost respect. And I do my best to return the favor.
I cannot wrap my head around my current situation. If I say what I believe I must, I risk losing someone I care about deeply. But why would somebody who cares about me deeply have treated me this way? And why is there no accountability for the behavior?
There is a simple reason in here and a simple answer. But love is complicated. Probably because it's blind.