It used to bother me earlier but not anymore that my presence threatened someone's existence. I used to think I did something wrong and that's why they didn't like me. So naturally I would jump in to make things right and fix everything immediately. What I didn't know was they weren't mad at me, they were simply insecure. Their jealousy grew so much at one point that it started showing physically every day. And I absorbed it like it was my job, that fixing them was my responsibility. With all this, I kept giving a massive boost to their ego without realizing it, giving them the power they craved deeply. It made them feel they were better than me because that's all they wanted desperately, Their self-esteem went so low that disturbing my mental health became their only goal. And as pathetic as it sounds all I can truly feel for them now is pity.