Bridges Burned

Burn, baby, burn!

I don’t particularly like burning bridges, not anymore than I like holding grudges, but sometimes it must be done. For the sake of my family, for the sake of our money (or lack there-of), and frankly for the sake of my sanity. There are few people that I have cut off wholly and completely and this particular one will definitely never be making an appearance in my home around me or my children.

I don’t want to go into the past too much but basically I just gave this person too many chances and every time she fucked me and/or my family over. I am nightmare if you mess with my children and I will go psycho on your ass. This person has experienced me in that mood many times and it is safe to say that he/she is absolutely terrified of me now, and with good reason.

Now the city I live in isn’t small by any means, but it is beginning to feel that way. Somehow this person managed to get a job where my husband works. He, lucky for them, does not feel the same way I do. I just think he has a horrible memory and is way to quick to forgive, but that’s just me. Since working with him they have engaged in the same kind of behavior that I cut ties for. And just recently I came to the understanding  that this person has had lots of recent time spent with the police because of drugs and other stupid shit.

Needless to say, I was right to tell this person to stay the hell away from me and my family. I wish them all the luck though because it seems like they are damn sure going to need it.