Last night I sat down and wrote a letter to my Aunts that won’t be mailed.
I’ve been losing sleep and I keep rehashing the events over and over again. I don’t change how I’d respond, because I feel like I responded the best way that I could under the circumstances.
So, I wrote down how I was feeling and told them that I felt that they were not being the good Christians they thought that they were. I also told them that playing the Martyr part was risky, Martyrs get burned at the steak in the end. That’s the best I can do.
I had to go back to the Dr. Now, I have a sinus infection. Yay. (roll eye) I’m off to take a nap, I feel like crap. Yikes… that rhymed!
© “Fizz” 2008