I find it miserable when someone you think you are friends with turns out to be cruel. For me at least, it is a difficult reality to accept. To think that the person who you trusted to see you for who you are or at lease who you were kind and civil to ended up treating your self-esteem like toilet paper. Whenever it happens to me it takes a very long time for me to believe that something like that could've happened. Eventually the suspicion falls away and is replaced with sadness and the realization of the truth. It is heartbreaking. No matter how well you know someone, it hurts. You start to wonder if the reason the relation fell apart is because your own personality was bad; you wonder if you were the cause of your Benedict Arnold's animosity. Then you start to feel the powerlessness of the situation. You try to think of how you could change things for the better, but you realize that it is impossible. You know that the other person has already turned against you and will not listen to a word you say, not recognize an action you perform. Loneliness and powerlessness become your tormentors, driving away the love and affection which had previously dominated your heart. I hate that feeling. I wish that I could convince my betrayers to, at the very least, treat me as a neutral person so that we might both move on with our lives. But, such words fall on deaf ears. It is disappointing to say the least.