OM is my ex-friend and close work colleague, so it's in my face every day. The holidays, the nights out, the trips, the "I love you so much" talk is around constantly. It's tough.
That is just awful...and cruel beyond words. My sympathies.
Yep. But what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. It almost killed me, but I'm still standing. Still holding my head up high, and have got my life back on track. I have reasons to be proud - they only have reasons to be ashamed. And I'm confident that they'll realise it soon enough.
Reality is that which, if you don't believe in it, doesn't go away.
