I hate feeling out of control. Unfortunately, today was one of those days when I had to rely on others to get things done. And I had to resort to my womanly wiles to get my way. And by that I mean baking cookies. So it's no bakes and chocolate chips for the nice web guy who got my pages updated way ahead of schedule. HTML=cookies.
The other thing that's out of my control? Running into exes. Especially exes who were jerks. Yeah, it's been 10 years and I'm still bitter, bitter, BITTER. But I've managed to avoid him for a decade and we live hours apart, so what are the chances of running into him anytime soon?
Turns out pretty good. As in he's on the agenda for a meeting I have to attend on Thursday. Blast.
If only I weighed 50 pounds less. Had a successful husband. Weren't still holding on to being angry. Perhaps he'd find me well adjusted, hotness personified, and letting go of it all.
I know that God's trying to teach me forgiveness here. Yeah, he doesn't deserve it. But sometimes we have to forgive for ourselves, right?
Being the bigger person is so overrated.
The only redeeming feature of this twisted little rendezvous is that I'm the only one of us who knows it's coming. He'll be surprised to see me. He tried to apologize eight years ago, but perhaps this time I'll listen.
Stay tuned.
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Hmmm, this sounds like a juicy story that I need to hear all about over Thanksgiving dinner...
You've inspired me to change my blog layout, btw.
You mean Thanksgiving dinner on actual Thanksgiving day, or turkey sandwiches the next day? Sucks to be saving lives, huh? Nobody has an admissions emergency on a holiday.
Technically, I'm on call that night. SO, I'm HOPEFULLY going to get to eat with you guys. *fingers crossed*
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