It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything in the Life category. Hell, it’s been a little while since I’ve written anything at all here. But the Life category tends to be moments where I turn the blog a wallowing sinkhole of self-pity. I think I’ll trademark that.
This time will be no different.
A co-worker said to me today “You’ll find someone. There’s someone for everyone.”
It was meant to be a pleasant observation, but this person doesn’t know me at all. Doesn’t know the fuckups that I’ve had over the years. The pain I’ve caused. The people I’ve hurt.
I had someone. Hell, I may have had THE one! Someone who made me laugh. Someone smart. Someone caring. Someone who embraced my children as if they were her own. Someone who defended me when I didn’t deserve it. Someone who saw through all of the pain I carried with me and believed that she could change me.
She was wrong.
There’s only so much a person can take before they give up. There’s only so far a person can be pushed before they have to put themself first. Over and over I tested those limits. And then some.
And congratulations. I finally succeeded in pushing her away. I win. What’s my prize?
👀 ❤️ U