Hell hath no fury…
When someone attacks my family, I can’t hep but get consumed with rage. I have ONE family and I love them so much that I will protect them to the very end. This morning I was on facebook (oh, facebook…) and saw that SHE was talking smack about my parents, and I went a little over the edge. Alright, fine. I fucking cursed the bitch out. On facebook. This wasn’t the first time she attacked my family, and as much as it enrages me each time, I’ve always managed to get a grip on it. But this was the last straw that broke this camel’s back, because I went all out loca on her.
Quite frankly, I’m so tired of her childish drama and all the pain its cause my family. So I shot right back at her, and then went about my morning. And as much as I honestly believe in and feel justified in what I said, I couldn’t help but feel dirty. After talking to my sister, the voice of reason in my life, I realized that the reason I felt so icky was because, I hate to say it, but I had stooped to her level. And the worst of it is that I actually allowed this worthless nobody to get under my skin.
I can’t fully express just how disappointed I am with myself. I’ve worked so hard and really dedicated these past several months of my life to really change my attitude, outlook, and behavior, especially in stressful situations. I had a moment of weakness and lost my composure. I wish I had handled the situation with a little more class and dignity. I think that I will always get a little crazy when someone attacks my family. But maybe I could learn to have a little more empathy and self-control.
Lesson learned.
She can have the satisfaction, for now. She can think whatever she fucking thinks. But she will never be forgiven. And never, EVER, will she be able to tear my family apart.
I fucking love my family with everything I have and will stand by them, protect them, and love them right to the very end.
