Tried answering a question on Quora that was related directly to something re: my experience from 2013-2014. Realized I still can’t really do it. Most of the time, I’m fine. Therapy was a great help (and I’d highly recommend it to anyone who even had a twinge of “hmmm” when reading that).
But when I end up thinking about it for whatever reason, it really is just a rage spiral. The folks involved were so comically moustache-twirlingly evil. And they got away with it, with everything they could have ever wanted to get out of it, completely scot-free.
And the thing that bugs me is that the folks who really got the most by fucking me over got the most *because*, specifically, of *my* work. In the case of one of them, he essentially profited *four times over* because of things that cost me, directly. And he thinks he did it all himself & is the hero of the story, and is probably too self-absorbed to even realize what went on.
Most of the time, I’m fine. It’s over. Past. But good grief, when it hits it hits hard.