It’s genuinely sad watching people deal with being treated like shit, just because they’re scared of the outcome. Just because you know of nothing else.
It’s even more sad when you were once one of those people and you’ve realised that the feeling of that fear is minuscule compared to the feeling of freedom you have from eventually letting that person and all the grief they gave you go.
At first it was upsetting and scary. Now? I could slap myself for not doing something sooner.