It hurt because this is someone who knows my story. And knows it well.
It hurt because this is someone I have confided in for the better part of the last 15 years, and I expected a little more tact.
It hurt because to be honest, I believe this person is right.
I have seen it all really.
The deepest, coldest, most calculated forms of betrayal and disloyalty.
I have fallen hard,
Then got (repeatedly) kicked in the head by the very person(s) I expected to help me up.
I have endured ridicule and the rejoicing of my “friends” in my misfortune.
I have lost everything.
I have hit rock bottom, and then got drilled into the bottom of the rock.
I have turned the other cheek, and gotten blindsided by a mallet to the groin.
I have showed up to fistfights and watched as everyone else pulled out semi-automatics.
I have died a thousand deaths in less than a decade.
But then I stumbled upon my manufacturer’s manual and I have spent more time going through it.
Turns out, I am fixable.
And I am currently in talks with my Maker and He says that somewhere in the manual is a guarantee of a lifetime warranty.
I’m getting fixed.
By The Manufacturer.
Because someone paid for it all,
Two Millenia Ago…
24 August 2017