Its All About Me - Day 12

I know...I skipped day 11 but its my birthday month so I get immunity from skipping days.

Today, tonight rather someone called me a 34 year old bitter woman. Not a terribly hard pill to swallow but I don't feel I am bitter. For those of you who doesn't know the definition of the term not in reference to taste see below:

Bitter (bit-er)- adjective
a. Characterized by intense antagonism or hostility: bitter hatred.
b. Hard to admit or accept: a bitter lesson.
c. Resentful or cynical: bitter words.

So I recounted, um, why do you think I am bitter? The response, from every other relationship you've ever been in, I was doomed from the begining. Sure, there was a time sometime ago when I would have called myself a bit cynical, a bit bitter but that sometime has come and gone and I have gotten over the biggest part of what I was so hurt over and what nearly killed me (no, no blood was shed, no necks were snapped).

Before this relationship I am in ever really began I read outloud the fine print: I am not the person you think I am. I am difficult to live with. I am very selfish. I obsessively clean. I am a bitch.

Caution was thrown to the wind and our lives set in motion...six years later here we are. Two very different people wanting very different things - one hanging on and the other letting go. Why does it end up this way? The very things that can bring two together can ultimately tear them apart.

Clearly HE was referring to winter (which isn't exactly here) because I no longer resemble anyone or anything that was once bitter.

Merry Christmas & Happy Birthday to a former bitter bitch - ME.