Land of Osbourne

You didn't congratulate me on my promotion to office manager. You didn't wish me a happy 40th birthday. You didn't wish me a happy 41st birthday. You were not around when I found out I have Gastroparisis. You watched me struggle with severe clinical depression when you had the remedy that would have stopped it all, but you didn't.  When I was in a minor fender bender, you didn't call or email to make sure I was okay. The communication stopped for something I did not do. None of these things sound like how you would treat someone you LOVE. Now its too late.  The damage has been done. There is no going back, and nothing will ever fix it. 

I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where  I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me.   I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature.  I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me.  I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate.  I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise.  I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping.   I hate conflict and comparisons.  I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities.   In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do...

No one can understand the pain I feel in my heart. It has been shattered in such a way that I don't think I will ever recover. I don't know how long it will take for me to allow any one close again.  The only one who holds 100% of my trust and that I am completely safe if all ways is John.  Be patient with me. I am going to need time to heal.