Even in the darkest of times, I have managed to smile. And laugh. One thing I have been so grateful for is that anger or bitterness have never managed to take root in my soul.
The world doesn’t owe me jack. I work hard for what I have. I’m happy with the choices I make and the people I have in my life. It’s honest living.
When my ex (still not officially) pops into my life and throws his weight around, trying to exert control over me, it pisses me off. His inability to live and let live, *be kind*, and let go of his own hurt throw ripples into my otherwise very serene/happy pond. It makes me want to give him a good ol’ boney five to the snot locker. Get on with your life man, and stop being a fucking asshole.
/end rant.
Resume tag wagging.
Reflexion rejection