…and sleep deprived to boot.
Big fight, nasty things were said (to me). Who is this person? Where the hell is my person? Where did that sweet, kind, thoughtful person go? I miss that person, not a fan of this person in their place. The person that said I was the worst. Someone who claims to love me said I am the worst. That was so much sharper and more hurtful then the cursing and selfishness. ‘You are the worst.’ Those words have been haunting me all day. I’ve had some nasty things said to me and about me, but this is somehow worse.
I don’t know what to do. I have been having a lot of negative feelings about this person my place in their life lately and I can’t even talk to them about it because it doesn’t matter to them. I am a person. I am taking back my personhood. I matter to me and anyone I don’t matter to doesn’t need to be in my life. I guess I do know what to do.