I am grateful to the Almighty because I am learning how to be truthful in a positive way.
He always curses out Izzy, to the point where for a moment, I uninvited the older one to the second seder. I rescinded yesterday, re-texted as I told you. I again explained the history of how we arrived at Izzy, but all he wanted to hear was the name of my latest friend that he hates.
To shut him up, I apologized, but that wasn't enough. He kept it running all day long until I used my acting ability to pretend that I was crying. That made him thrilled and he stopped. Sick bastard that he is. What was killing him was that he couldn't get a rise out of me and then he couldn't call 911.
The truth is that I wanted to have dinner, which I made for me, with tofu and kale and attend my Restorative Yoga Class.
I have been feeling a bit dizzy on occasion and I know that it's part of panic attacks that I would get when I didn't express myself.
I was part of a Reiki Circle today which I thoroughly enjoyed and my card came up for me to be assertive in a loving way.
I did some errands. I was proud of me because there was ice on the ground and I shopped, put gas in my truck and got DD coffee.
I came home to tell him the truth of how I felt about him. I said all of this quietly. I am self-made. I have friends and a career. I was no longer in love with him. That was a big one. I told him why I wouldn't watch the honeymoon movie.I won't watch a film about a young girl who has all her dreams shattered when the honeymoon is over. I wouldn't retire and until all this is resolved, WHICH I NEVER BELIEVE IT WILL BE. I WILL NEVER BUY A CONDO. Then I was done. I think that he was shocked. It's all the truth and it needed to be said. I feel much better.
Tonight, I am going to yet another yoga class. After all, this is my stay-cation. He is taking me to dinner. My guess is that he will not be able to sustain decency. However, I was honest.
I am grateful to the Almighty because I was truthful in a positive way. I did it for myself.
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