A Villains Progress

In a few days I will be hitting an annivarsary of sorts.  It will be the 3 year anniversary of my giving a 'loan' (I hand over money with a promise to pay me back) that I knew I wouldn't be paid back for.

 

At the same time, I was being labelled a villain (by the borrower) and was in the process of being nastily outed to essentially everyone I grew up with.

 

Yet I put up with it?

 

Why?  Guilt, I suppose.  A little self-loathing and the end of a long relationship.

 

Actually, I let myself be cast as the villain.  I was one because I accepted that role.