When a spirit is finally pushed beyond their limits, you won't see the same person you once did. I won't deny I was the villain in their version of events. I had to be for change to occur, both within myself and through the eyes of those who benefitted from my suffering. Standing up for yourself can appear unpleasant because by the time you reached that point, you had allowed too many things to slide. You had given too many chances, tried to empathize, gave the benefit of the doubt while you were dying inside. And nobody truly cares until something gives. And something had to give. Not everybody has the same heart as you. And not everyone has good intentions. When a spirit is finally pushed beyond their limits, the person you thought you knew no longer exists. They change because they have to.