Land of Osbourne

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Hello Land of Osbourne Readers!  Hope you've all (all....3 of you? LOL) been well and have been having a great spring and looking forward to a wonderful summer. I am, and I know John and Ozzy are too.  My sweet Boston Terrier Ozzy had to have 2 little lumps removed from his shoulder on Friday of last week. What a terribly stressful and upsetting experience that was. He has 2 incisions, one is about 3" long, the other is about 2" long, and the fur is shaved around the entire area. Interestingly, the thread stitches are purple. (my favorite color, good choice Doc!).  The first day he was home, he was very very groggy and wobbly on his feet. I had to carry him up and down 2 flights of steps to take him to go potty outside. I might mention he weighs 30 pounds. Heck of a work out for 3 days. He is now back to zooming around the house full of energy (Red Bull Ozzy!). I'm obsessively worried he is going to tear or itch his stitches, but so far he has been a good boy

  Over the last 4 years, I've learned a lot about what it means to be a good person.  I am slowly crawling out of the protective shell I've been hiding myself under, though comfortable and safe, I realize I can't stay there forever, as much as I want to. I've also learned that sometimes, even though it sucks, you have to do what you can to protect yourself from any potential for being hurt again.​  You never imagine someone who "loves" you, to inflict intense emotional and mental pain, so when it does happen, it can and will change your outlook on life, yourself, and how you fit into the world around you. It also shatters any and all trust that has been built up until that point. Trust is earned, you don't automatically have trust just because you're related to them.  Actions, words and reactions speak volumes.  Being the kind of person I am, in the past, I've tried  to inflict as little damage to others as possible, to the poi

I will not beg for your time and attention anymore. The more you ignored me, the more I got use to being ignored.  You stopped contacting me, I stopped waiting to hear from you. The more you stayed away from me, the more I adapted to your absence.  I have learned to live without you.  I have moved on.  If you loved me, you never would have done what you've done. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borderline_personality_disorder

It is too late.  At this point, that chapter is finished, that door is closed. (Closed and locked, frankly) My journey is moving forward. I may glance back from time to time in reflection, and self-examination, but I will not go back down that road again. Ever. It was your choice not to move forward by my side, and while unfortunate, I will not risk going down that road again.  You shattered me.  Shattered me in such a way I wasn't sure I'd be able to recover.  But I did. I am okay now.  Additionally, I see what you're doing now.  Trying to be subtle.  I noticed, and it makes no difference.  I am sure at some point I will be forced to be in your presence again, which is fine. Not ideal, but fine.  Rest assured though, I will not forget how you made me feel.