i was reading vic`s post today and the adage “the pen is mightier than the sword” has never been truer.
i look at vic and i see none of the flaws. i see a strong, beautiful talented woman. whose propensity for endless love and kindness never ceases to amaze me. she is the yin to my yang, light to my dark, even in my darkest moment and deepest despair, the thought of victoria, shines forth like a beacon and helps me keep my head up.
i`m not going to play the saint and say i`ve never said hurtful things, to the contrary the most hurtful things i`ve said are to the people i love the most. i`m not a particularly violent person but when i was hurt and angry i would lash out in the most lethal way i knew how. words. i would bottle my rage and frustration and hurt and woe unto the poor soul on the receiving end of a tongue lashing at that moment.
i try not to be that person anymore, but shades of it are still there in snide comments and what passes for witty repartee and brutal honesty. i try to take that breath and think about what i`m going to say when my temples are throbbing and i want to say the most hurtful thing i can think of.
i no longer bottle [much], i`ve learned the value of an honest and humble apology and i have number of good reasons to watch what i say.
