Let me tell you something, I shouldn’t have to feel like Hester Prynne at the places I go.
Yes, I left my husband for my personal trainer. Yes, it was abrupt and messy.
I was a miserable person who just so happened to really connect with a guy I seen several times a week at the gym.
Perhaps these adults need to quit outcasting me and realize that I am a far more happier person.
Sabotaging my business cards and samples is childish. Those things cost me money. I would never do that to someone elses stuff, even if I hate them.
The avoidance of eye contact, your body language and facial expressions only proves guilt.
I can only imagine the whispers behind my back or the gossiping when I leave.
I just want to live my life and not feel like I am being punished.
People need to quit labeling me like they have all my life. I am human like everybody else. Different, but the same.
My feelings get hurt, I get angry, I bleed, I cry.
Move on. It was over a year ago. People separate and divorce all the time.
Why is my situation any different.
I refuse to wear the red letter “A”.