... Today I'm grinding them down to a nub.
Let's just say I feel as if I were trapped and ambushed.
Not only do I have limited recourse, but I am SO sure I am in the right that I can't just let it go.
Have you been here? You CAN be the bigger person. You can let it wash over you like water in the shower, but you're so very tired of making amends?
I know, it's a losing proposition.
You can forgive, but you never forget. So, in reality, you never really forgive.
Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Fester, fester, fester ....
Thursday, May 17, 2007
If I was gritting my teeth yesterday ...
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Where you spying on me yesterday after that huge fight I had with Mr. Chicken?
Been there. Done that. It sucks. Feel better soon.
Unbelievable! The mother-in-law of a friend of mine recently told her that her (pregnant) butt looked big. And aforementioned friend is no more than a size 2 (can size 2's even get "big" butts). Who actually thinks it's okay to say these things. (This is where I won't go into the things that was said to me that I still don't think I've gotten over 5 months post-partum). It's as if the fact that you are carrying another life suddenly makes you an exception to rules of basic human privacy and propriety. Ugh. I feel you Siobhan...I feel you!
This was actually a different event from "Gritting My Teeth" and a different person all together.
But this person apologized today. So I'm trying REALLY hard to forget.
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