Hurt

It's not easy to admit when one is hurt. Specially if it isn't physical pain. Even harder to admit that it was your own {freaking} family that did the hurting.

While I wish badly that I could write it all out and use this blog as another sounding board I just can't. No need in rehashing what all happened and who it happened with. Just know that what was said/done was extremely hard to deal with.

Days later and I am still hurt. Still left with questions that will go unanswered because, well because I'm just too chicken to ask them why. And maybe that's a good thing. As far as I know one of these people doesn't even know that I am upset with them. Though it should be obvious without even talking or looking at me. What was said should be enough to make someone feel bad but not everybody has a genuine heart. Not saying mine is always genuine but I do try.

But life goes on and so does this blog. I can't let two people ruin my life. I still love them. Always will. And just for the record...NO, one of these two people is NOT my husband.

He's the best!