I pull out in front of people when I'm driving. I rush to beat the old ladies to the checkout line and I have told a lie or two. When you throw men into the picture, it gets really bad.
I just finished reading a book "Something borrowed" by Emily Griffin and the ending of that book has completely discouraged me. From the first chapter you know the book is about Rachel sleeping with and building a friendship with her best friends fiance just months before the wedding. I tell ya throughout the book I really understood Rachel and I felt her pain.
Then came the ending. ( I'm ruining the book now if you want to stop reading.). In the end everything works out fine. One minor argument, a little embarrassment and its over. They are free to go on with their life and start over all fresh.
What happened to following the rules and being rewarded for following them. That's why Rachel in the book gave up, she wasn't getting anywhere either by following all the rules.
Get good grades in high school. Go to college and get a degree. Graduate and get a good job. Become great at that job and become successful.
Mixed in there is supposed to be fall in love, get married and, make babies. I've accomplished all the rest and nearly accomplished the ones on this second list. Close but no cigar.
Even before I let my moral compass sway I had never been asked to a formal, never got to pick out a dress and get may hair done for a special occasion.
The moment I did start to sway was when I watched other things start to slip away from me. I wasn't the one trying on silky white dresses and lacy veils. Then one day it didn't matter what the cutest pattern was for a car seat stroller combo.
All along I thought that was my punishment for doing things I'm not completely proud of. But is that really the truth? Or do you have to go out there and make your own happiness, never caring who you hurt?
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