Tag, you're it
Tag, you're it
Tag, you're it. That's what a hoover is. Chase me and try to get me. It's not a game if you refuse to play anymore.
"Hope you have a better day" is the text I received yesterday morning after 9 months (based on a post on my business FB page.)
REALLY? And what day would that be?
-The day you said you'd call me back and didn't for a month?
-Or maybe the day you left me crying alone in the stairwell?
-How about the day I was curled up in the fetal position in my closet crying?
-Oh, I bet you mean the day I had to get on antidepressants because I couldn't shake the intense sadness of being discarded like trash. THAT must be the day you mean.
DELETE, DELETE, DELETE.
I saw my new therapist yesterday and am ready to work on ME. I have wasted enough time ruminating on the N and trying to figure out what happened. It's a brand new day, and I am happy.
Any "bad days" I have are infinitely better than any "good days" I thought I had with the N.
How about Block , Block
You're right
fantastic post!
oota
You TOTALLY nailed it. I
i like this, the "tag, your
Forget
That's their game
9 months later!
outoftheashes
Same MO
Seriously