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I actually cut off correspondence, thinking it would be forever. And then cried so hard my mom thought someone had died.
It was a wake-up call, I went back, I was forgiven, all was ok.
It just wasn& #39;t the same.
I wasn& #39;t a prima donna.
I was *scared.*
I& #39;d ended up in situations before where people turned out not to be safe.
It seemed like this was one of them.
(The past one, I mean. I don& #39;t think it applies here.)
I have alternative standards for what qualifies as safe.
I know I& #39;d never intentionally listen to someone who insistent it& #39;s fine if we all disagree, lalala...
NO
IT IS NOT.
I know where that comes from and I see it as a trick.
I don& #39;t see that here.
...I& #39;ll probably have more to say on this later, maybe, but I& #39;m headed out. (I& #39;ve given up walking temporarily until I feel more up-to-speed on nutrition, but I may change my mind today.)
I& #39;m not going anywhere.
...also playing around with the "end of thread" icons--it seems like it may make more sense to add it at the very end, deleting the intermediate ones as I go, so that distinct threads are easier to find.
I& #39;ll try it and see.
