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Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Truce.
Show me that you have a heart and I'll show you mine. Show me that you're smarter than the rest and I will not snub your mistakes. Show me that you have a conscience and I will put my fangs away. Do something bigger than yourself. I won't demand that you publicly apologize, because I don't care. It's not the apology that's important to me. It wasn't even the lies I had a problem with. It's the example you're setting.
My mission was not to publicly ridicule you. Only you would care enough to seek out what I had to say, and I knew that. You left me no other avenue. I debated for months whether or not I would show you my blog. Writing is my outlet, and I left pieces of my soul in these texts that I wasn't ready for you to see. I'm not all viciousness all the time.
I love him. I hope you'll never have to crumple to the bathroom floor with the man you love and hold him while he sobs for his children. I will never stop fighting for him or fathers like him, but I hope that I won't have to fight you forever.
Live your life and be proud of your choices. You don't need to tell everyone about it. They'll see it themselves. If they don't notice, then they don't care enough about you anyway, so fuck 'em. Rid yourself of toxic people. If you can't, then don't feed into them. Look at their lives and ask yourself if you want to be where they are. Some things you've posted have been true; you will never succeed if you're holding onto resentments, guilt and negativity. I hope you can understand that's why he didn't fight with you. He doesn't want to get dragged into all that shit his whole life, or he'll never succeed. He has come so far in such a short time. I'm not trying to brag. You would be proud of him too, if you were in my shoes.
Take yourself off my list of targets. Don't be that girl. Don't be my bad example. Stop keeping score. Do the right thing and I will sing your praises.
My mission was not to publicly ridicule you. Only you would care enough to seek out what I had to say, and I knew that. You left me no other avenue. I debated for months whether or not I would show you my blog. Writing is my outlet, and I left pieces of my soul in these texts that I wasn't ready for you to see. I'm not all viciousness all the time.
I love him. I hope you'll never have to crumple to the bathroom floor with the man you love and hold him while he sobs for his children. I will never stop fighting for him or fathers like him, but I hope that I won't have to fight you forever.
Live your life and be proud of your choices. You don't need to tell everyone about it. They'll see it themselves. If they don't notice, then they don't care enough about you anyway, so fuck 'em. Rid yourself of toxic people. If you can't, then don't feed into them. Look at their lives and ask yourself if you want to be where they are. Some things you've posted have been true; you will never succeed if you're holding onto resentments, guilt and negativity. I hope you can understand that's why he didn't fight with you. He doesn't want to get dragged into all that shit his whole life, or he'll never succeed. He has come so far in such a short time. I'm not trying to brag. You would be proud of him too, if you were in my shoes.
Take yourself off my list of targets. Don't be that girl. Don't be my bad example. Stop keeping score. Do the right thing and I will sing your praises.
This is your olive branch. You only get one. Do not squander an opportunity to change your life.
I will remove any direct shots at you from my blog and wherever else, as I find them. Do not nitpick me. Some things that you've taken offense to were never directed at you in the first place. Trust that if it's vague, it's probably not about you. This is my promise and I don't break them. I am nothing else, if not honest.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
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