I had the entire third part of my post ready to publish. All I had to do was move one line to the end of the post, and it was done. Guess what I did?
I DELETED THE WHOLE DAMNED THING!!!!!
Fuck it. Here's the summary:
- Mel was confused because I kept everything inside because I took the church too seriously and felt super guilty that I had let him down and therefore was a terrible and unworthy mother and wife.
- He was relieved when I finally broke down the truth to him.
- What started out as 'rebellion', has turned into an incredible spiritual and intellectual journey for me.
- Once you learn something, you can't unlearn it. And once it's substantiated with reliable sources and facts, you can't pretend it's not true.
- It wasn't rebellion.
- I'm not the only one in the world who is going through this.
- Shit! I'm not special.
- I might not be special, but I do have a good ass.
4 comments:
Depends on your definition of "special." You're special. As in, Olympics.
(By the way, if you're using Windows, ctrl Z usually will undo whatever screw up you just committed. Usually. And I know, too late now. Sorry.)
Trite.
I know it's counterintuitive but I was relieved to learn I wasn't special. It's awful to be burdened with with perfection.
I am relieved. Definitely.
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