Hello all,
Guilt, ain't it a bitch. Not only do I have to deal with the guilt but the next day I replay every word, every moment in my head. Was I out of line? Did I offend anyone? I torture myself. With guilt comes depression. I couldn't handle feeling awful about myself. Forget about the hangovers! This was far worse. Guilt and depression were far worse. It was crippling.
GOod luck with the wedding, Gatherings. Be careful, even when I've gone in with a plan I wouldn't always follow it.
Bessie, I love you dahhhhlinnnggg, don't ever change.
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