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Building Barriers With Tissues


There is a reason to my insanity. I have had a tremendous amount of drama and stress in my life. But what I take in with the bad I make equally better with the good in my life. I am generally a happy person. I have the love of my life by my side. I have family and friends who have been their for me when I truly needed them most. I try not to hold grudges and try to shake those who do me wrong. I am not a vindictive person. I don't do things to push buttons and go below the belts to hurt those I care about. I can always admit I am wrong. I can learn to grow up and say sorry. All I ask is people do the same and learn to respect me and my family. If I built a wall it's because the trust was knocked down. If I hurt you then tell me. I can take criticism. I have taken risks in my life and I take full responsibility for them.


I have discovered that my trust has taken a seat. I feel more aware of my surroundings. I won't let people walk all over me.

I have learned that family only truly exist when they go above and beyond and pick up the phone just to see how you are doing and lend a hand if you need someone to pull you up.

I have built barriers recently because I have chosen to. I have a whole new life that I deeply love. I would never do anything to hurt her. I will always be there for her. I will always be in her life. I will continue to be a strong wife and soon a mother.

I love my life because I chose it.
I wish people would just see that.



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