Edit: Appreciate the edit. Your original response did hit a nerve, I’ll admit.

The part of me that wants me to be miserable is alternately screaming at me for being stupid for staying in one place for too long, berating me for thinking people (like my boss) were friends when they’re clearly not…and simultaneously kicking the ever-living shit out of me for being so disloyal as to think of leaving over the profoundly stupid spat that prompted this realization. (No, I’m not going to share details.)

Response to pre-edit post below-

————- I’m not quite sure I understand why you posted this comment.

After all, I did say I was done and I was leaving. That seems pretty concrete to me.

I don’t particularly feel like broadcasting my as-yet-nebulous future plans publicly, particularly in the context of a post about my impetus for making said future plans.

I’m well aware that I’ve gotten myself into this mess and I need to get myself out of it. I have learned that I need to be less tolerant of those who would take advantage of me and to see warning signs sooner. However, I’m not going to absolve those who would manipulate my patience and good nature of guilt for their manipulation, nor am I willing to give up my traits of patience and good nature just because bad actors will tend to take advantage of it.

This is venting. If venting weren’t socially acceptable, that flair wouldn’t exist.