It was one of the hardest weekends that I have had in a while that really tested the substance of my being. Top that off with a dagger in my heart. I cried for 2 days. Maybe more if you counted the outbursts in the bathroom, the strippers room and even in his bed when he left the room.
I finally had to come to the realisation that I need to start taking my own advice that I dish out to all the people that feel the need to ask me for advice. People come and go. Friendships end. People break each others hearts. And that you cannot save everybody.
I told a person and he snapped back at me saying that it was my fault. And I chose to accept what he said over the other 5 people that told me that it wasn't. Why is this. At the time, I let it go, and now I think back to it.....Im angry.
Its the one criticism that you choose to remember in spite of the many other praises that you are given. This is true and it was most definately true in this instance.
Its never a failure and always a lesson.
Everyone has the ability to hurt, but only the ones that matter, shatter.
I was shattered.