People get to walk all over me. I sit here and I fight back tears as I hear people tell me, “be the bigger person.”
People can come in and stir my life up and rip everything I have to shreds and in some way it’s supposed to make me look honorable and modest if I stand back and let it happen?
Sure it makes me look “good” but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. To them it looks like I got defeated. To them, they won. Because you know what? To them it’s not something admirable, the next chance they get they wouldn’t hesitate to dangle my pain in front of my face.
But you know what? I’ll get over it. Really, I’m fine. Always.
Today I took a low blow and as I was sitting there trying not to cry in front of everyone, I kept thinking to myself why I let them get away with it. Love makes you do dumb shit.