Why do my mistakes seem to cost me so much more than other people?
Seems unfair to me, but then again perhaps I'm just feeling hormonal and tired and sorry for myself. Just seems like when other people make mistakes, I'm generally very forgiving. I'm a "walk a mile in their shoes" kinda gal. I hate it...but can't be any other way.
I have...well I guess that's not right anymore. I HAD a friend that I thought was a good one. I had a bad morning. I had a bad week. I'm tired. I'm sick. One of the kids is sick. Husband is gone for the week. Life has been chaotic. I'm exhausted. Haven't gotten what is even close to a full night of sleep this week.
I'm not perfect. Never claimed to be. Never claimed to even be in the VICINITY of perfect.
I made a mistake. I tried to say how I feel about something, and tried to be honest. In the act of doing that, I spoke harshly. I used poor word choices. I SCREWED UP. Now the friend says "We're done." Just like that. Right now I feel like a piece of trash, easily thrown away. Years of friendship flushed down the toilet.
Makes me sad. Makes me wonder how important I am when it is that easy to just walk away.
Funny how two little words can destroy something that was supposed to be important.
I've learned a valuable lesson today. Never say how you feel and always be perfect.
So, I've got some work to do. I need to stop making excuses. I need to learn how to be perfect. I need to keep my thoughts firmly to myself. Should be a piece of cake.
I'm going back to bed. Wake me up in November.