Sunday, June 18, 2006

Be assured, I didn't speak the words outloud.

This interaction happened around 11am this morning and I'm still bothered by it, still tear-up, and continue to feel hurt.

He's probably forgotten all about it. Because that is his M.O.

My M.O. is to try to honor my parents and I've busted my yams doing this for many, many years. I'm tired and I won't accept abuse.

And I don't forget that easily.