surprise

I got a comment and before I opened it I thought I knew what it was. I was all ready to spit venom at her pitying words, completely prepared to defend myself as the things we don’t discuss became topics of discussion, all ready to use my words instead of my fist, all ready to be honest, childishly honest, vulnerable and open about it, but also safe behind my shield of preparation and rationalization.

that did not happen. I got a hug.

it was so much better for me and completely disappointing and I’m glad. because I would have regretted spitting venom.