If she’s mad at you, art, eff her. (And you can tell her I said so.)

Maybe it’s the whisky talking, but stopping worrying about other peoples’ feelings (as much as possible, my mom being the major exception) was one of the best things I did for myself.

As for your dear t post, can I say that as someone who stayed too long in not one but two relationships that a factor in leaving IS the recognition that being trapped in a bad relationship just because I’m too stubborn to admit I made a mistake and too scared to try it on my own IS the rest of your life?

You know, about a year ago I decided to cut out the fwb and casual pickups I’d been doing to feel less alone. Another good thing. I learned being alone, even if it lasts the rest of my life, is not a scary thing. In fact it’s very liberating.

I know you can’t just stop worrying, but when you are able to you will discover that is immensely liberating too.

Give me liberty, I won’t take (a living) death.

Eta: Aah, I am tipsy enough I accidentally hugged SD. Removed out of respect.