I have been called many things in my life, some of them true, some of them not as true as others but tonight I was called haughty. A new one for me. Arrogant, I heard once in the heat of an argument, but not haughty.
I have always been told I was approachable, understanding and down-to-earth, I have made friends for mere moments to help someone get through the tough time they were having, never to see them again but feeling like I helped.
I am opinionated but I know when to shut my mouth, usually. Tonight, I hurt a little. Not because I thought they were my friends, I knew they were not, they have been aggressive with me before when I was trying to help, but because I fear they may be right.
Do I REALLY believe it? No. But I question it. As I believe all people should when an accusation of impropriety has been leveled against them. I re-read what I wrote that so infuriated them, I read it to Glenn, I mulled it over and came to one conclusion:
They must have been drunk.
De-friended and blocked. A little sadly but I do NOT need that judgement on top of everything else I have going on at the moment. I need people that will support and not just take. So, done. And not looking back.
