My father taught me to be nice first because you can always be mean later. But once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So, be nice; be nice until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
I had manners. I was fairly attractive. I was funny. My life fell apart when I was diagnosed with stupid fucking breast cancer. I don't give a fuck if I have manners, my looks were destroyed. I lost my sense of humor.
True…(men also can develop deep insecurities after being in emotional, psychological, and / or physically abusive relationship w/ women.) ~ All so true! I believe women have been subjected to it longer and men have kept it quiet for who knows how long~