First commandment when you’re in a relationship with me:
1. Thou shall not mess with The Bitch Goddess
Strawberry ice cream and other guilty pleasures aside, whenever somebody disappoints me and I end up hurting, I become a walking disaster. I end up doing evil, cruel, unthought-of things, and I do them secretly.
I feel remorse after a while, though. And I hate myself for that. Why should I be remorseful? I got hurt in the first place.
I just wish I had a personal butler that would remind me of my mantra that I used to preach to my girls:
Never allow anyone to hurt you without your permission.
Anyone up for it? I seriously need a loudspeaker on my ear.
3 Comments
…i am too much like you to be any use as an enforcer of mantras…i would mostly likely cheer you on in the vengeance department.
hear, hear.
i wish i have the same courage as you do.