So, late yesterday evening
I got a proverbial boot in the ass from what's left of my family unit. They don't realize it yet, but after a long talk with my grandma, I have decided the time for thinking and being cautious is over. Early this morning I start putting things in motion for something I've been planning for about a month. If it's a mistake, it's mine to make. There's entirely too much bullshit going on here for me to live a healthy life. My stomach bleeds way more than it should due to an unreasonable amount of stress, because a certain person has decided that they are going to keep me under thumb, and it's just not going to work this time. My body and my mind, and more importantly my heart are telling me that something has got to give.
A word to the wise, should this person see this blog entry, I know what you're doing. And all the plotting, and scheming, and failing to pay bills that you put in my name? Are in vain. I'm going to do as I see fit, whether you like it or not, and if you can't support me the way I asked you to when I first broke the news? Then I can cut you out of my life just as easily as I cut the other one out.
A word to the wise, should this person see this blog entry, I know what you're doing. And all the plotting, and scheming, and failing to pay bills that you put in my name? Are in vain. I'm going to do as I see fit, whether you like it or not, and if you can't support me the way I asked you to when I first broke the news? Then I can cut you out of my life just as easily as I cut the other one out.