My mind is roiling right now, slap full of entirely too much negativity that I simply don't have the time or energy to deal with. To be honest, I think that it should be illegal (as Ang says) to kick a person when they're down. I have been knocked down, used, kicked, then used again, kicked some more and then insulted. It makes me absolutely sick. And what's worse is that I expected it. At least I'm not surprised.
It makes me sad though, because every time something like this happens ("Something like what Erin?" you ask. "It doesn't really matter does it? The details are superfluous.") I think to myself, "Self, someday you'll wisen up, realize that people WILL ALWAYS take advantage of you when given the opportunity." And then my self says, "But I don't want to be the bitter mistrusting woman my mother has become!"
You see I tsk-tsk my mother all the time about how she mistrusts everyone. I tell her that she should give people a chance - that she might just be pleasantly surprised. But she swears that she's learned her lesson over the years, she doesn't give anyone the chance to do her wrong, and I just shake my head at how sad it must be to go through life like that.
Hell, maybe she's right. She may be hard, but at least she isn't constantly fucked-over.