I used to welcome people back into my life over and over again with opened arms and heart until the pain of the pattern got to be too much. I had to set boundaries for myself.
Now when someone shows me who they truly are, I listen. Fully. So much so that I make the pain they inflicted become their entire story in my Book of Life. And when they come back around…they always come back for their own ego boost…I never allow them to have access to the same version of me. Never. I’ll be cordial, but even if they ask me how I’m doing I’ll respond with a generic “I’m fine” because they’re no longer allowed to know my truth or my heart. The last person who hurt me did this and after he made me say “I’m fine” for a third time, I flat out told him that’s the only answer he’ll ever get because he no longer has access to me.
Once they realize they’ve been denied that access and what was once given to them, they leave completely of their own free will…which he did.
Boundaries are your friend, but for some of us it takes a lot of pain to utilize them.