I do not take to abuse well.

I consider it abuse when I am held accountable and reprimanded for somebody else's mistakes.
I consider it abuse when somebody denigrates me for something that I was not responsible for.
I consider it abuse when my work is ignored, while unsubstantiated faults are played up.

I especially do not like being forced to apologize for being abused.

I always have a choice. I always have a choice. I always have a choice. I always have a choice.

I can choose to leave at any time.

My anger belongs to me.
My self-confidence belongs to me.
My self-worth belongs to me.
I can choose to take my belongings and leave at any time.

Appreciate me, or tomorrow I will be gone.

Notes: And the next day, I was gone. Funny how that works.

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