My joy is "toxic.". My excitement is "bragging." My grief is "crocodile tears." My pain is "exaggerated." My friendliness is "manipulation." You confer on my actions the worst possible motivations. You humiliate me. You demean me. You dismiss my feelings. I am never safe with you. I am wary. I cringe. It's been like this for forty years. I could tolerate your nastiness so long as we were working together. Once you quit, I could no longer endure. I will no longer accept your v