I woke up early and angry. I stayed in bed for an hour just seething. I have every right to be angry, of course, but angry Jenn is often impulsive. I cannot afford to be impulsive. Too much is at stake.
As of almost noon, I’m in a better place mentally. I feel the rage inside of me like it’s coursing through my veins, but I’m determined to keep my shit in check until the right time. I’ve been pretending for a long time anyway, what’s another day or so?
C said it best: He’s fucking with your livelihood, the business you’ve busted your ass to build, and your morals.
I essentially drank my dinner last night, so I also have a throbbing head today; as well as a heavy heart.
I’m so grateful tomorrow is Friday.
3 thoughts on ““And the future’s on the bound, hell don’t know my fury””
My comment got too salty – and long winded- so I turned to direct comm elsewhere. But in short, take care of yourself.
Take your time… plan and plan. You got this! 💜
*plan and plot
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