I don’t like the way I’ve acted at times through this separation and divorce process. I sent screenshots of our texts to his good friend. To prove something. And now they think I’m in the wrong, about many things. They tell him not to speak with me. I know I shouldn’t care about what his friends think, or about what anyone thinks. I am who I am. Either love me or think I’m nuts. But I do care, deep down. And I’ve behaved poorly, I wish I hadn’t done that.
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"Twenty-five years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination"
~4 Non Blondes
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