Two answers were yes, two answers were no. I'm tired of being bossed around being told what to do and people actually expecting me to do it. Here's a little secret. I'm 37, not 17. I'm tired of being a doormat. Not speaking up for myself. And it's really nobody's fault but my own. God forbid I speak up for myself. I mean, what do I expect? I was happy with myself but not my doormat status. I wasn't happy with how things were because I have had this void in my life for so long.
So I vowed the last day of 2012 that I would no longer allow myself to be pushed around, walked on and walking around feeling sort of empty. I would no longer invest my time in someone who treated me like nothing but a booty call. So at midnight, December 31, I launched that ship to sea. Bid it farewell. And started out the new year on a good note.
Little did I know, a chance passing while running with "the dogs" would turn into something that is wonderful and amazing.
To be continued...............................