An Open Note on Injustice
This is an open note I just posted on Facebook. It's to my dysfunctional family, who once again, did the same thing they've always done to me. This is the thing that taught me that unconditional live does not exist and that sometimes love just ain't enough.
I'm on this awesome road trip to Maine with my sweet B and I just had a Skype call with them. And my heart is breaking all over again - I'm hurting so bad. I wonder how much I will take before I make the move which is likely to alienate my family from me forever?
An Open Note on Injustice
I would just like to say that when you do an injustice to me and I don't say anything about it to you, please don't add insult to injury and assume I didn't notice it and act like nothing's wrong. I did notice it. It hurt, and still hurts like hell. Please don't further insult my mental facilities and hope will forget it. I will not. I am just not ready to speak with you about it. But the day will come when I am ready to speak my heart and then, please don't be surprised or hurt. All in good time, MY good time.
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