I read an article a few weeks back about blogging. The biggest complaint? Those who blog paint a perfect picture of their lives and families, even though it is probably not reality. While I don't intend to become a "think it and write it" kind of author, that article made me realize it is ok to tell it like it is, especially if it can be therapeutic.
It has been a lousy week and I am angry about it. There, I said it. I am angry.
I like to think I am a really good friend. (Allow me to toot my own horn for a minute, please.) I am attentive, loving, and in all honesty, would run to a friend's aid at the drop of a hat. So how do you think I felt when someone close to me insinuated otherwise?
I felt like shit. To the point where it consumed every thought of every day. I could barely sit still without my eyes welling with tears. I am trying my best to not let it get to me and go about my business, but it's been difficult, if not impossible. And the worst part?
I don't know how I'm supposed to forgive, let alone forget.
I don't know how I'm supposed to forgive, let alone forget.
i hear ya babe. i hear ya loud and clear... you are an awesome person and don't let anyone try to tell you otherwise.
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