Back in Fourth Grade I had a best friend named Jennifer O., and everyday from 10:00 to about 12:30 she would ignore me. I mean just outright meanly IGNORE me. EVERY DAY. So everyday, I would get a HORRIBLE stomachache, and my teacher would have to take me to the bathroom, and then to the nurse, and it was just one big fiasco because I couldn't tell Mrs. Watson that my stomach ache was all because my best friend was "shunning" me, and I didn't have the nuts to tell her to knock it off.
The truth was that Jennifer was a bully and she got a kick out of making me feel miserable.
What a shithead.
Looking back at her fourth grade picture, she may have been wrestling with some "identity" issues, if you catch my drift, but did she really need to take it out on me?
Luckily, we moved away after that year, I never saw her again, she probably figured everything out, is happy with her new penis, and I never found myself in that situation again because I learned my lesson and got tough.
No I didn't.
You know me better than that.
Jennifer was just the beginning.
Through the years I have had several Jennifer's in my life. TOO MANY Jennifers.
Some were friends, some were relationships. Looooonng relationships. Relationships that I had to be removed from kicking and screaming...
I really knew how to pick 'em.
Sigh.
In the past few years though. I am just too tired, too fed up and too busy to have my life screwed up anymore than it is by people's meanness. And that is the truth.
Call it what you want: wisdom, age, maturity, or what I like to think of as, "I am not putting up with that kind of b.s-ness" if I am going to know you", but somehow I have developed some skills that I did not have earlier in life.
Will has helped tremendously with this. I credit him a lot for my strength. He is just a very confident, put together person. I also credit making a small strong circle of "seasoned" women friends who focus on important values: love, truth, peace, strength, and humor.
Look, no one is perfect.
Let's look back at last week's foibles, shall we?
I eff up sometimes.
However, I will also be the first to admit that I get on the horn, and I call for help.
Even if that horn costs $150.00 an hour (sigh) or I need to do some very intense devotional reading and quiet prayer work for awhile.
We are not perfect human beings, but if something is bugging us so much that it is hurting those around us, then it's time to start fixing it.
I continue to work on those issues, I have watched my friends work on those issues, and I am proud to say I have watched my husband do that, too.
Everyone comes out better for it.
It's not easy, but it's the right thing to do.
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