Is it just me or does it seem the older you get, the less tolerable you are of stupid? Seriously! I worked hard and went through ten kinds of hell to get where I am today. My home is my sanctuary. My happy place.
I see people out there that I’m sorry but are nothing but energy suckers. They will take every ounce of whatever you allow and spit you out. There’s a reason I hesitate letting people close to me. I see someone I love dearly struggling and because I love that person, it impacts me as well.
I’m not sure exactly how to tell bad eggs from good ones without taking a chance. Which means opening yourself up. I guess that’s the chance we take when we let people in. Seeing what I have and what others are currently going through makes me leery. I’m too old for this shit!