The moment I awoke to the reality that © doesn’t care about me, our life, or our future, I am free. I am free to go dancing. I am free to walk into any place and order a beer. Free to ask a friend that loves me, accepts my Ugly, and hasn’t run, to dance with me.
I adulted…and I can do that because I’m dealing with my shit, my traumas, my decisions, and my consequences. I blame no one.
Cruelty is cheap, easy, and chickenshit. – Brene Brown, Dare to Lead
SpaghettiSam asks, “What has changed in this person so that the next time a crisis occurs or they aren’t feeling loved and special they don’t opt to go fuck another person?”
Shit can turn on a dime.