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VENTING OVER M 1-28-09
What were the good and the bad?
The supposed gold nugget in the bucket of sand.
I want to scream again and again.
I apologized would you please get off your self-righteous indignation ass and grow a pair of you know what to accept it.
I cannot control your actions, your emotions. Yet I do not deserve your judgments.
Your invalidation. Your supposed knowledge or educating of yourself regarding me and my mental illnesses.
You feel that you know everything about me, yet you know nothing about me at all.
When given the opportunity to get to know me you’d rather walk away than even try.
Maybe my friends are right. I can still love but not expect anything from you because you can’t and won’t handle it.
It apparently is not for me to know all I can do is continue praying. It broke my heart to hear you say another woman looked sexy that one night, knowing full well you’d already slept with her.
I’ve often said life is life, yet to take a slight change of phrase. “My life, my rules” I’m doing better now wish you actually took the time to notice it.
