I have been hurt, betrayed, raped and abused. None of that has made me less idealistic or optimistic or even less of a hopeless romantic. But, it bubbles up here and there.You raise your voice, get aggressive, belittle me, criticize me unnecessarily, project your insecurities in a mean way or take out your bad day with a few harsh words to me (or to the dog, your friend or the worker at the corner store), I’m done. I don’t give second chances. Not anymore. Safety is my priority.