As she was twisting and turning during her healing process many things were making sense to her like his meanness and passive-aggressive behaviour.
After she had removed the rose-tinted glasses things were becoming crystal clear.
She came closer to grasping human behaviour while grappling with the piercing heartbreak.
Even though their scarce meetings had saved her from the cruel instances, he kept flaunting his passive-aggressive behaviour either with his curt approach or silent treatment.
He wasn’t explicitly nasty to her but had developed a mean undertone towards her, which was sufficient to scar her heart and soul.
While she was reflecting on how effortlessly he had turned mean to her, his ruthless words came crawling back to her. “I’ll not speak with you on the phone,” he had said without a hint of remorse.
His brutal words kept buzzing in her ears for days to highlight the paradox between how easy it is to be mean and how challenging is to be nice.
She knew it’s feasible for many to be mean without batting an eyelid and yet some chose to be nice regardless of how tough it is to be pleasant in their given situation. Ultimately, it’s a matter of choice and she had chosen to be nice to others and nice to herself as well.