I had bad dreams last night. Bad to the point of nightmare, and scary to the point of DidIReallyDoThat? I woke up not knowing which reality was mine – the night visions or the day truths. I learned something yesterday – something that has me seething twice as terrible today. My barely contained anger has noWhere to go, noWay to be released…so it bubbles in my brain, thrashes like a live wire. Someone tried to help me with the Where and Way but the suggestion is too benign for how electric I am. Right now.
Here’s the thing. You complained in public. You went outside the We Can Handle This Here and got the There involved. You told your side of the story – never mind how twisted and untrue it all is. You talked so horrible until you were told this would ALL be in the open. Everyone would know what you said. Suddenly, you wanted your mommy. Suddenly, you wished you could take it all back. Sad but true. Sad but you. Here’s what I have to say in retaliation (seething aside). The Gloves are off. You told your tale, we’ll tell ours. Yes, we have stories to tell. Documents and documents of stories to tell. We’ve been keeping track, keeping score. There is a price to pay for going public. Don’t think your dirty laundry is your dirty little secret. We’ll go there, too.
~*LunaSea*~ 
Oh honey! Wow! I am sorry for whatever it is you are going through.
Oh no … this one sounds huge.
May i just say…Oy!
We need to get together soon! I feel out of the loop.
*sigh* If I had a kickboxing dummy he would be demolished by now. 😦 Guys, I’ve never been on this side of hate before and the force of it scares me!
(((HUGS)))
Use your power for good, and not evil. You ARE the bigger person. You can get through this … and after it is behind you, you’ll be fine. I know all too well how that kind of anger can feel. It can either eat you up, or it can make you stronger. Time to power up girl!
Funny … that annoying Dixie Chick song “not ready to make nice” just came on my radio. perhaps the FM radio waves are trying to say something here 🙂
Believe me, I am trying. T R Y I N G.
I know … just imagine me as your little cheerleader … pom poms, little skirt and all. Wait – don’t try to picture that after all … scary! My legs are WAY pale! 🙂
for over 20 years you have a source of inspiration – pom poms or not. As for those pale legs…you crack me up 😉