What do you do when someone you once loved, trusted and have given yourself to turns on you like a Canadian wolverine? He is shaking his fist in your face and is yelling at you to get out of his life, that you’re a bitch and you mean nothing to him.
So okay, maybe you are a crazy bitch. But let’s just say, for the sake of argument, that you are not. Let’s assume you are a loving, popular, gregarious lady. A mother, a daughter, and a loving companion.
When this kind of thing happens, do you think to yourself, “How can someone hate me so much? Am I really that awful?”