I reached a point where I just can't respect certain people anymore. They watched me struggle, watched me trying to pull myself back together, and instead of helping, they added more weight to what was already breaking me. Crazy how somebody can look you dead in your eyes, see the pain, and still hit you with more. That type of hurt changes you, makes you colder, more quiet, and real selective about who you let near you again. Good thing is now you know better.