You keep saying you don’t have time for This.
My heartfelt apologies weren’t enough.
My total bare faced honesty was all in vain.
For 2 months I have patiently waited.
Waited for you to call so I could properly explain & apologise – yet again.
Being pleasant. Not wanting to further inflame the situation.
I waited.
But you don’t have time for This.
You do however have time to find (stalk?) me on Twitter & come back to read my blog.
You do have time to talk to another of our fight.
And to send me messages before feverishly blocking me/deactivating your account & effectively stifling my right of reply.
Because you don’t have time for This.
I’m glad you find it so easy to brush me off like that. It makes it easier to let you go.
You have also betrayed me & insulted me.
This blog is mine & you had no right to dictate how or what I should write.
You also had no right to inform others of its existence – that is my choice & mine alone.
But you don’t have time for This.
You offered friendship that is undeniable. But friendship extends beyond the screen & you have insistently hidden behind your screen, refusing to talk on the phone, thereby causing This to become so much worse than it would have been.
But you don’t have time for This.
Ironically just a few days ago was 12 months to the day of our first in person meeting.
It’s amazing what a year will do.
But you don’t have time for This.
Well…Neither do I.
Mrs D.
Well, you got your right of reply. Good for you. Sometimes, we need to speak the words to move on.
Yes. Living in the past does nothing but hold you back. My life is so much calmer now. Thanks x