The Cost of Being the Bigger Person

I'm getting really tired of being the bigger person. Tired of extending grace, giving people the benefit of the doubt, and being expected to rise above circumstances that have left me hurt and exhausted. When did being a good person start requiring us to sacrifice our own emotional well-being for everyone else's comfort? I'm learning that forgiveness doesn't mean abandoning ourselves, that boundaries aren't bitterness, and that sometimes being the bigger person isn't nearly as important as being a whole person.