Bye Felicia!


I’m getting real tired of having to say this. Seriously. Really. Damn tired. I got a job. I got some new friends who care about me, who reach out to me and want to do things with me, and who love me for who I am. They can accept my highs and lows and even when my daughter refuses to speak to them. They can hand me a tissue and a glass of wine when I burst into tears for no reason. And when I go to work, I come home and I’m TIRED. Most days I don’t have time to call and chat about nonsense. I want to gather my family around me, spend time with my husband and then go to bed. I am not pushing ANYONE away. And if anyone feels that way, well then, maybe the distance has been because you’re the one walking away from me. And hey, if the shoe fits? Then feel free to lace that bitch up and wear it. I know who I am, and I know who I’m going to actively seek out and spend my time with. I know what’s best for my family and for my daughter, and that’s what I’m basing my decisions on. I’m not thirteen, hell, I’m not 22. I don’t have the mental strength to make calls based on cattiness or he said, she said craziness. If it’s not good for me, my mate, or my kid, it’s not happening. Period. End. I’m not saying this again.

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