If some one does not respect you, does not or can not appreciate your soul, your depths your feelings, emotions, ideas, if all they want to do is sell you something and when you do not play along they turn on you, then the hell with them, go on with your life, they never were, really they never were. I am just not saying it, they never were. Though they appeared to be a parent, spouse, lover, friend, they were an illusion, at best they were a bad dream that taught you to be more honest with your self, to respect cherish and appreciate your depths and others as multilayered beings that have an inner life.
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