...turn and face the strange.
How strange are things that change when all you feel is a sense of relief in place of the panic that you EXPECTED to feel?
I'm more angry than anything else. Angry with myself for letting it go on as long as it did. Angry with her for being that person for that long. Why have I attracted liars and people who adore drama to the extent that they create it where there once was peace? The only thing I can do is point my finger directly at myself and sigh with consternation, because I'm the one that's responsible for my decisions at the end of the day. As much as another is to blame for their own actions, at some point it becomes my fault for accepting situations and treatments that make me fucking miserable. Hello, Ms. Drake, will you please stand up and take a bow?
Yeah, me.
So now, I'm sitting here, looking around at my place, my darling little mutt, my backyard with it's charming but crumbling fire pit...the sun streaming through the sheer curtains as they dance gently from the breeze...and I'm feeling...full.
Interesting...a touch sad...but more...interesting.
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