I’ve had enough. I can’t live like this any more. It seems that as I begin to feel better, we go into freefall.
Because when you see who I really am, now, not the image of me that’s in your head, you turn away. You can’t acknowledge or deal with what life has thrown at us. I can’t deal with your refusal to face up to reality.
I’m not the person I was at 20 (thankfully.) Time moves on; people change. Relationships wax or wane, grow or shrivel, but they can’t remain static.
I’m sick of conversations about why we can’t go back to how things were. I just want to move on. Up. Out.
Work on the escape plan just moved up another gear.
(Bloody hell, “I, I, I…” It’s all about me, eh? Still: my blog, my navel gazing, my self-obsessed rant…)