I’m not really a bitch. No, not really. I’m a recovering doormat. I like the handle “itchbay” because, well, I’m aware that I’m entirely too nice too often, and I like irony.
When people hurt my feelings, take advantage of me, or otherwise act badly at my expense, I *do* get hurt, angry and defensive. But it doesn’t usually last very long. I’m very quick to forgive. Sometimes too quick. It’s a testament to my trust in others and my eternal sense of optimism that I cannot believe that some people would really do something like that to me on purpose. It would have to be inadvertent or the result of some external problem.
I wind up giving people second, third, ten chances, with the hope that maybe I misunderstood them originally, or wasn’t clear enough, or some small change in our interactions will change how they act. I know… dumb, right?
So, you can imagine how much of a real d-bag a person would have to be to push *me* to my absolute limit.
The really funny part (in that not-actually-funny way) is that these people are so used to me giving in, that when I finally tell them “no” — even in the kindest, most straight-forward, unemotional way — they get ravingly angry. They pull out all the stops: manipulation, promises, anger, name-calling. I guess they think they can still bully me into giving them what they want.
What they haven’t learned (some after many years of knowing me) is that I may take a long time to make up my mind about something, but once it’s made up… it’s made up. You cannot out-stubborn a Capricorn. You’ll have better luck moving the mountain from under the goat.