I've felt hated all my life as far back as I can remember, like age 3. I have never grown used to it. I feel it, like a heaviness, a sadness. There's nothing I can do about it except cut off all communication and block phone numbers/emails. If it's someone I love and care about who hates me (I have a lot of those) I have to keep communication lines open, but I have them listed in my phone as a 'z' before their name so I don't access the name/number as much. Being that I've alienated everyone I've ever been related to or known since birth you would think I was used to the pain and feeling that I need to eliminate myself from the face of the earth by popular demand. However, in reality that won't work.

I try to figure out why the person hates me (still) and then learn from that if I can. I also have limited the number of people I connect with to just about zero. That eliminates anyone self-inflicted from hating me. I can't do anything about anyone else's feelings.

Time. Time to get over the anger I feel for the person who judges me so harshly by their own mind that I feel I deserve that dark mean hate from them. After the anger usually comes the sadness and loneliness of loss, sometimes regret.

Mostly I just go back to my own life, avoiding, never joining, always backing out, and keeping myself distant from everyone in my life no matter who they are, and new people have no chance. Not anymore.

I'm sorry you're being treated that way.

You DON'T deserve it, and you'll realize that hate is just an opinion. They can take their opinion and shove it in their ______.