Words

Words do hurt.

They sting; especially when they are being spit out the mouth of a loved one.

What impression did I ever give you to think I would be a moocher? How can it be that you would think I would have a man support me for the rest of my life? What did I ever do or say to make you think I did not want to work? That I would much rather stay home and sit on my behind?

If I did not want to work at all, why would I have been working since I was a teenager? I worked while I was in school; at one time I worked two part-time jobs and still managed my schoolwork.

But, now I have an illness, so what went on years ago apparently does not matter to you.

I do not make excuses for my illness.

If I did not want to work at all, I would have quit my job when I got diagnosed. If I did not want to work, why did I just agree to quit my current job just to get another?

Before you criticize my life, know your facts. You do not know anything of my ailment. What you are doing is looking at the people in my life and comparing me to them. I am nothing like them.

What irks me is that I tell you I am finally going to be continuing my education – and there wasn’t any emotion. No, “Congratulations,” no, “Oh, I’m so glad you decided.” I was talking to a brick wall; I wasn’t getting any response back.

So, I guess what you are waiting for is to see if I’m being truthful and not saying just what you want to hear.

And, in time, I will prove you wrong.