A friend sent me a letter. This one was to me ( and not about me) and there was no mistaking the message. Angry. I read and reread her words but didn’t respond right away. I couldn’t because her anger had a domino effect and suddenly I was just as spit-nails-mad. I didn’t want to lash out at her, the bearer of bad news. Don’t kill the messenger. Not her fault. Not her fault at all.
Thank you for bringing this to my attention. No, thank you for making it clear to me what I had been missing/avoiding all along. I made excuses for the lies. I spun in frantic circles on my own stage of denial. I didn’t think it could be true even when the evidence was mounting. How many times did I have to be lied to before I finally caught on that I was not worthy of the truth? I have a friend who walked away cold and I confessed I admired her for her cutthroat deleting. Do you really want to delete this “friend”? Yes. How hard is that? Unsubscribe. Delete. Done. Damn.
I can understand the lashing out. The hurt has nowhere to go but directly to the Last In Line. But, why include you or the other her? Just because you are who you are to him? It’s so stupid and I’m So Sorry. But, I’m not sorry you told me. Not sorry I stopped spinning. Not sorry I opened my eyes. Delete. Done. Damn.
~*LunaSea*~ 
call/email me if you need me.
I think my explosion has caused a commotion! To those worried: I am fine. Remember that scene in The Fly when Geena Davis has to take care of something / get something off the bottom of her shoe? I’m there and I’m doing it.
Good for you! Do you need some Goo-gone? 🙂 as always…here for you and you ROCK!
Goo-gone! I like it! I’ll let you know 😉
I like your blog. You said a lot of things that are just how I feel. Just felt like saying that.
broadsteel ~ thank you. This is one of the hardest blogs to write. Thanks for listening.