The trouble with riding high is the falling low.
Still feeling my oats from my week in DC, I rocked a family birthday party Friday night. I engaged like a real human being, ate like normal folk and checked my awkwardness at the front door. I actually enjoyed a social situation. Wow!
A cruel, heartless comment from someone I love, cut me off at the knees.
I didn’t deserve that.
But it’s hard to defend yourself when your laying on the floor.