Dear Toxic Shame:
I'm sorry, but we're through. It's not you; it's me.
Sincerely,
An Old Friend
A year ago, I wrote a post about the shame I felt over my cat scratching furniture that didn't belong to me. I was unaware of the significant damage until someone brought it to my attention.
I get annoyed with people who won't call a thing a thing.
I get doubly annoyed with people who won't call the physical violence perpetrated and experienced in a domestic violence incident what it is: violence.
My annoyance extends to myself.
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I’m not tweeting right now.
They hurt you.
Badly.
And they never apologized.
But because you’re soft-hearted, understanding, sweet (on a good day), and were taught by Sister Mary Margaret and Father Monahan that “... they know not what they do,” you forgave them.