So my husband told me last night to stop being mean and I pondered on this before I slept last night. I came to the realization that he was right. When I really wanted to, I could be so bad. It was like a skill I harnessed all these years. I could intuitively pick up on things that could hurt most and just throw it your way when the time was right and I would mean every word too. Not that I was proud of it but I learned it from all the hurtful experiences I’d gone through my entire life. I had been through a lot of heartaches and I guessed this was just my way of making sure nobody would step on me if I could help it.
Stephen said I should start propagating positivity and I jokingly told him, that was what I was doing by being mean because I was eliminating the negativity around me by forcing them to leave my circle. Anyway, these were just some of my thoughts before I went to dream land and when I woke up in my husband’s embrace, I knew that he loved (loves) me for me – mean girl and all.