Delayed anger

I am currently processing a lot of anger. Delayed anger. I’m realizing I’ve dealt with many people, especially men, who played the victim. They saw my kindness and generosity. They knew I had the capacity to give and love unconditionally. They couldn’t deal with their own anger, pain, trauma, and insecurities. Instead, they pushed all that onto me. And I took it like my own. I felt responsible for their blame. I allowed that for such a long time, without recognizing that it was they who should have owned and faced their darkness. The whole time, all I felt for them was sympathy and compassion. I am not doing that anymore. Anger isn’t an emotion I often feel. It’s rather new for me. But I’m letting myself feel it deeply and unapologetically.