Clarity

I'm just about done licking my wounds. What angers me most is that I spent five years trying to build up the courage to take "risks" again, to say "go-for-it." I had my heart broken in a zillion pieces five years ago. It is still not quite right and I miss the person who broke it...(bad thing, I know). It has been like this since I was 18...this guy from five years ago.

So, I let this other person in...made me forget all the other bullpucky. I finally said F-it...take a risk....all signs were encouraging, so it was an easy decision. That's why I'm so perturbed. Well, that and what he was doing behind his wife's back. How sleazy.

So...I've learned a lesson and I'm trying to not allow this whole thing skew my view of taking risks and being afraid to trust. They're not all like this sack-o-crap, are they?

Live and learn.

Thanks, y'all for listening to me whine.