This is not a band post. This is a life post.

When does enough become enough?  How much abuse, nastiness, negativity, selfishness or angst should one have to be a recipient of or privy too before it is okay to decide not to subject yourself or your family to it anymore?  I have forgiven, and tried to forget, for many years… but at a certain point, I am just not willing to be someone’s verbal punching bag anymore. 

I’m tired.  I have an absolutely amazing life that we have worked hard for and damn it, I am not going to throw it away to try to appease someone who is so clearly unhappy and insecure with their life.  I have an amazing husband, children, parents, friends, family.  I choose to surround myself with people who hold the same values that we do, that love us and care for us unconditionally.

When is enough, enough?  Is there an answer to that?  Because I am thinking that it is today for me.  I’ve been talking to Lucia about what true friends are, and how if people act certain ways, they aren’t really her friend and that she needs to protect herself and her heart and look for those friends who will be there through thick and thin.  Honesty is one thing.  Hurtfullness on purpose is a whole other thing.  I guess I need to take some of that advice for myself in this instance and protect myself and my heart. 

I responded to this last straw (which was minor one compared to previous ones) in anger.  I am sorry for that.  But I am angry and hurt and sad and confused.  I am not a bad person and I don’t know why it is thought that I am.  Why it is that things we do to be nice are twisted around.   What I said in my response was truthful.  But sometimes the truth hurts.  However, it is done.  I’ve said my peace.  I will be the bigger person and will do the best for my family always. 

But do not cross me.  Anymore.  Because I’ve reached enough and will no longer be on the receiving end.