Cathartic

I remember what happened those many moons ago. I thought I had forgotten, but I haven’t. It came rushing back this week because of one of the topics in one of my classes. It made me feel blah. It made me feel angry. It made me feel disappointed in myself. It made me feel…….

My husband made me feel better…like everything is ok. He will protect me from everything. Even the past when he wasn’t there. I know it’s not possible, but that’s how I feel. His protection is retroactive. So you better watch out.

I haven’t felt like that in a while. But it made me feel alive and it took me out of my little world and let me know that I still experience. I’m not walking around in a daze and I haven’t been for a long, long time. I’m free to do what I want, be how I want. That’s life and it kept moving and I’ve been loving it! (Minus a few major events anyways)

I just want you to know that I haven’t forgotten. I should have done something then, but I didn’t so I live with it now. No one really knows except for a few people…only one knows the exact story and that’s how it will remain. It should have been no big deal, but it was…it still is.

I get angry that somehow I still lose power in a weird, weird way. I don’t deserve that and you don’t deserve that power over me. Heck, you probably don’t even remember. You deserve to be forgotten and blend into the background of oblivion. So there. Take that.