There have been many times in my life that I wanted to say something but the emotional aspect of what needed to be said has stopped me from doing so. You know that feeling that you have when you know if you start to talk about something that you are going to cry? That has been the case just about every aspect in my life.
I have to let some of it out and here in the bubble is as safe a place as any to do so.
Am I “that” scary? If you know me maybe you can answer that.
I don’t hold grudges, I normally let things slide. I am a “happy go lucky” positive person 99% of the time.
I have recently been told by people at work that they are afraid to cross me because of “my wrath”. Seriously? I have a wrath?
Maybe I do and so I need some unbiased opinion from the “world out there”.
I have been told recently that I had a conversation that I don’t remember. That being said, there is a STRONG possibility that there was more of a miscommunication than a conversation but that is a mute point.
My point is this…I was told that I didn’t remember this conversation because I “was drunk”.
I took some serious offence to this statement. I don’t get “drunk” that often and when I do, I do it responsibly.
In this instance, I had my three boys and my youngest son’s best friend that I was responsible for. I was attending a child’s birthday party. I was drinking SOBE and sweet iced tea. I had not had one drop of alcohol during this time.
People think that comments like that are “funny” at the time but don’t realize the repercussions of those comments might have if the wrong person heard it. Maybe no one else had heard it or read it or even cared but I did. I took offense to it.
Lately it seems as though my character is always the one that is in question. Maybe I am a “slut” because I hang around with the guys. Maybe I am a “sleaze” because I tend to swear more than most women. Maybe I am not going to win Mother of the Year award because I am so “mean”. But one thing that I will not stand for is being called “a drunk”.
There it is out.