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Ballsy.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Feb 2
  • 1 min read

Updated: Feb 7

It's amazing how people can cut you off at your lowest point.


And then reappear like nothing happened.


Yeah no.


Life doesn't work that way.


You want to kick me while I am down and then years later reappear?


I know I had that whole water your garden speech, well, hear this; conversely know when to grab the weed killer.


So...


Um, no.


You have had nearly 6 years to "help."


To be my friend.


While I was in the hospital multiple times for various situations.


Sick, surgeries etc.


Not to mention...


Lamenting over a mother who died during the pandemic.


Trying to raise 3 kids practically alone, while losing a marriage?


Then finding a partner.


But losing him too and taking care of him?!


BY MYSELF.


Taking care of too much.


The stress?


Next level.


With no support.


Yeah no.


All I got were lectures from everyone around me or worse yet, I'll save that for another time.


Talk about reading a room.


What I NEEDED was A HUG.


What I wanted was help.


No one even came to see me until months after my mother died.


It was surreal and so very lonely.


That said?


What I do have for you are rocks.


And sneakers.


So go kick them, and no where next to me.


Thanks but no thanks.


If I can go this far by myself?


I've got the job covered thus far solo?


Yeah I am pretty sure I have got the job covered.


I know this because I have the receipts to prove it.


So NEXT...


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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