I just had my first fight.
I feel terrible.
I don’t know how it started but I’ll always remember her voice on the phone sobbing because of the words I said.
Oh wait, now I remember. It started because I’ve never been brave enough to say how I really feel and mean it.
I kept accumulating my thoughts, opinions and complaints. I kept smiling even though inside I was a ticking time bomb. I was so wound up.
But I got tired of it all of a sudden. I hated being the person who couldn’t stand up to my fears. Or say what I thought. I hated who I’d become, a coward. I’d rather sulk and go over and over in my mind how they were wrong and what I really thought of them.
Until today I snapped like a rubber band pulled past it’s elastic limit.
It was a verbal vomit of all the toxins I’ve carried around for so long.
And it felt good. Not to hurt you, never that. But just letting go
But after the explosion I had to gather up the pieces. I felt like such a jerk. Even though I know the import of what I said. And I meant every wound inflicting word not as such but to give you an idea as to how I was feeling.
I didn’t think I’d hurt you. You’ve always had thick skin. But I apologize I must have caught you on an off day.
So I apologized not for what I said but how I said it and I told my truth.
So when I fight and I end up the bad guy, it makes me wish I never kept shut at the beginning.
I fight because I can . I hate it. It ends now.
Super proud of you ❤
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Thank you sending virtual kisses your way….
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