About That Last Post . . .
I would say, just ignore it, but no. Don't ignore it. Sometimes we all feel like that. Sometimes we feel like we will never feel any other way. Honestly, during the time it took to write that post I broke down twice. Sobbing and crying and nearly screaming. (There are people asleep downstairs so I did try to curtail the screaming.)
Now? I still feel pretty badly, but I have a little better grip on myself. Didn't even take an hour. This site is cathartic for me. I come here and write it out. I have a good cry (or scream) and get up and go on.
This post is to let ya'll know that I have indeed gotten up and am going on. I'm breathing through the hurt and the feeling that some people are so ignorant of other people's feelings that they can't . . .and more breathing. Seriously, I'm not just hurt for myself. There are others that I GUARANTEE feel my pain, others that have spent more time being. . .breathing deeply now. No. I am not over it. I might not be completely over it all day long. But, I might be tomorrow. (As long as a certain someone doesn't do a similar thing tomorrow.) Lots and lots of deep breathing.
Learn to breathe, folks. Into the diaphragm, hold it, very slowly out. It does help. (A little.)
This is Life. Ain't no one gettin' out alive, but it shouldn't have to be this hard.
