Dear Dairy, I said I would forgive but I can’t help my clenching fists that imagine swinging into both their faces. At first, I went away. Blindly and hastily packed a bag. I drove all night as Celine Dion would have it and cried all the way. By morning I realised I was lost. Nothing looked familiar just tall trees and more winding roads. Long story short, I drove myself to a monastery that day and took a vow of silence the entire three months I stayed with them. I found forgiveness, I found myself again but all that work was undone by a wedding invitation waiting for me when I returned home. I RSVPed. The bigger person would. I also meditated for a week but it did nothing for my rage. Another long story short. I did it. I mixed the laxatives into the wine fountain at the wedding reception and left. I can chuckle about it now. Since the night I found the two people I trusted the most in bed, I can actually laugh. I know I said I would forgive but… you have to see what the blogs are sayings about a wedding party that literally went to shit. Bye for now- and oh, Cheers!
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