I started being useless to people who claimed to love me, and wore, the results were impressive. As horrible as it sounds, people often love you for a reason, not just affection. Relationships, apparently, come with invisible terms and conditions of give and take. The moment you stop being useful, the love mysteriously starts buffering. Suddenly, your worth feels directly linked to what you provide, not who you are. You're valued for convenience, not connection, and that realization hits harder than rejection. When you stop serving a purpose, they stop pretending you mattered. Affection slowly mutates into resentment, and they don't even hide it well. In fact, they become bolder with their dislike than they ever were with love. Love, to them, should exist effortlessly, preferably only from your side. But resentment? That deserves full action, energy, and a dramatic performance.