About 3 years ago, someone said something horribly mean to me when I was in a very disastrous house situation and desperately needed help. This person was making fun of me and refused to lift a finger. I didn’t know what to do and I was left to fend for myself, while pretending that it was under control in front of all my kids. Though lots of tears and shattered nerves, I did what I had to do. It took a very long time. I don’t know how it all went down exactly, but it just did, and things happened in the right direction, little by little.
Today I knocked it out of the park. I’ll take the high road and just be happy for my great life now, but you know how badly I just want to say, “Go F yourself”?