As a Capricorn the list of those who have wronged me is long and detailed 😆 I don’t know where to begin. My Nextdoor neighbor David who teased me until I cried every single day in kindergarten? My 7th grade math teacher / volleyball coach / cheer coach Ms Wall who openly bullied me and made fun of my upper lip hair in public? CJ the boy who snuck cigarettes into overnight camp when I was 15 and then told the head of the camp it was me? My college roommate Max who stole all my friends and turned them against me allegedly bc I was too poor and fat to be her friend anymore? My fellow weekly magazine reporter sworn enemy whose name rhymes with Boa who made up lies about me to my bosses every single day? Or the mom at school just Saturday who accused my daughter of spreading lice around the whole grade? Ugh!! I want a burn book 😆😆😆
I want to read every word of your burn book! Or better yet, publish it here. When you get angry, you get just as extreme as me and I love it. Especially, don't mess with our children! I want to kill that mom for saying that about your daughter myself and if I find out who it was, I just might. Xo
Also, Corynne’s got her own list of enemies queued up, and when she said she wants to make a Burn Book, I slow-clapped aloud. That’s not just a brilliant idea—it’s the modern revenge canon waiting to happen. Imagine: a scorched-earth essay collection by all of us, turning the screw on the “Mean Girls” we grew up with and reminding them that we never forgot… we just took notes. And now we have a platform. 🔥✍️
Maybe it is the Leo in me, but I rip off heads in the moment. It saves time and brain space. They *are* permanently added to my "fuck you" list. They're on fire and I gotta pee? Break out the marshmallows, my friends! Time to make s'mores, warm my hands, and turn off the water supply to the nearest hydrant.
That said, I may have been called a vicious hell-spawned bitch the devil is afraid of meeting by some folks, but they're almost all on the "fuck you" list.
Award winning comment of the week! "Break out the marshmallows, my friends!"
I'm jealous of that Leo roar vibe (excuse all this pseudo astrology speak) because I'm doing the same stuff and just as instantaneously but in a silent deadly sting Scorpio only way. Your way sounds like more fun!
I don't know....stinging them and watching them slowly but surely die would be fun in some cases. My whole "rip off your head and shit down your throat" ethos lacks some of the sophistication of a slow, steady burn.
Also: Jessica, it has been a pure pleasure to work on and publish your unexpected story. (Another example of an IHTM topic I have never covered in all our long IHTM history.) Thank you so much for writing it and sharing it with all of us here!
@Jane: So... you don't really check your credit card statements, do you?😅 I have pings that hit my phone for literally every single transaction I make Ain't nobody going to use my money without my say so.
@Jessica: Beautifully written. I also very much identify with the whole yawning chasm of loneliness which sends us back to people who aren't any good for us.
I have gotten so much better about checking charges now. Back then I was just obsessed with getting work done and didn't pay attention to anything else, seriously.
I got stuck on the ripping on celebrity clients bit. Having been celebrity adjacent or in service of an aging alternative icon, I disliked how NYC was more than willing to shit on my boss to me. For a moment we all had a Brooklyn pretour nutritionist (of course we did), and that person asked way more about my boss/frontman than I was comfortable with. Lots of, “what’s he really like?” Leaving the vegan joint by our apartment.
I relate to this so much: "What is he /she really like?" Whenever I get asked about anyone, famous or not, I never give the questioner what they're looking for. Did you just go silent or did you shame them?
So I never shamed them. Most often times, I just looked at my feet and awkwardly waited for the moment to pass. Look, my boss/friend had lots of strangeness both publicly and privately, but while he wrote me checks, I think he was my friend as well. So there were lots of funny and strange stories, but never thought they were my stories to tell. I think a lot of us read Hagakure too much, watch Apocalypse Now too much, and that samurai thing held our tongues.
So, there was a moment when I was super aware of this woman. Lots of my friends had work done by her, and she was in and around people I knew. And she had super famous clients (Bono?!?), and thinking about famous people and regular people, I always think about her. http://drdot.com/
This Scorpio Sun/Leo Moon/Aquarius rising -- not only do I hold grudges, but you're not budging me once I have made my mind up. Some of them are too early to discuss. There was the high school friend my mom said could live with us because her grandparents kicked her out and nearly ruined my relationship with my mom. Oh, and she married my boyfriend she had introduced me to. My dad - well, he split when I was 10 and told me on the phone he would be at my husband's funeral two years ago and did not show. That grudge will never go away, my fucks have definitely flown out the window and the rage is deep. So very deep. The NY Times bestseller who was very well off and yet didn't want to pay me for my work in social media in the early days because I was marketing him and updating/fixing his website and it was just "playing on the internet." All the kids who bullied me because I was a size 12 in the 80s/early 90s for being too fat. Turns out it was PCOS. I can go on and on. *sigh*
I am IN AWE of you and your list. I'm wondering if your dad had substance abuse issues? That horrible behavior sounds so much like people I have known who do have them and are not in recovery.
Also, your childhood friend one reminded me of the grudge I hold against my childhood friend's (dead) mom for always treating me like shit and bad mouthing me to her daughter and anyone who would listen. It started when I was about 12 and lasted until she died. Hate! But I have to say, your story is better.
I also totally get you about the ones that are too recent or ongoing. We'll just have to keep this conversation going and reveal those when we're ready. Fun!
He does not. He's an abuser and likes control. My mother left him when I was 10 and I am ever so grateful at 52 that she did and now has a wonderful husband (who I call Dad), as I suspect she would not have lived.
I suspect we could sit down and discuss childhood friends for hours and I'm not sure there would be catharsis, but there would definitely be moments of "How could they do that?" Mine -- well, she left her ex-husband and they got back together for a brief period of time he made her call me and tell me we could not be friends anymore because I knew she had left. We had been friends since we were eight and that happened at 32. It's like losing a lover, only more intimate.
I'm looking forward to continuing this conversation as I suspect the more we chat, the more dig up!
I had said I wanted to come back here, so here I am - I find your description of your dad really interesting and there's a lot of overlap there with how my dad was and then my mom leaving him and getting with a great guy (when I was about 16 or so). My dad had those same qualities as yours, but mine was also an addict of many things. Anyway, your story is interesting and I appreciate you sharing it.
I don’t really have any grudges other than landlords. Mostly the one that convinced us that him storing his furniture in our living room was the way it was always done (he was only renting to us while he was working out of state and was planning to move back in (which he did not tell us) so he came for an unannounced check-in where he claimed out cat had been peeing in the air conditioner vents and told us we had to move out (our cat was an angel and would never) which we later realized was because he was moving back in.
Okay that's a real jerk right there and deserving of a long time grudge. It's also funny with your story as with mine why we ever let ourselves fall for these lines from these manipulators?
I am childless, and as I grow, I think I will surely end up in smaller and smaller homes. I used to love this tv show called RUBICON, and someone called the lead characters apartment a RAIL ROAD apartment. Which feels like a very specific east coast thing.
The double virgo in me desperately wants to hold on to these until the perfect moment arises (ha-in order to cause a just and in proportion injury) but if it’s good for my soul…
Corrina B, you were a snippy, snotty, mean girl, but I forgive you for correcting my pronunciation of Espirit, and for your wicked laugh that told everyone at the 8th grade lunch table that I should be shunned. I am calling you out here for being a hateful person but i forgive you and only hope that your children never met anyone who enjoyed hurting others for their pronunciation of words.
And to Ms. H*ge, I was a kid whose mom had to work for a living. My mom left for work before I woke and didn’t return until after her night school
college courses. The PTA girl scout moms did a good job of making us latch key kids feel crummy enough (no parent participation meant no entry into those clubs back then) - but when I tried to join in a conversation once at a school
celebration where I had won an award for choir, you interrupted me shouting,”oh! I know who you are! you are the girl with the short short dress and the high high heels!” Your intention was understood and clear and I have been waiting to return the favor for 40 years. Instead, I’ll just let you know, it was the only dress I had at the time, and I had to borrow my mother’s shoes because I couldn’t find mine and I didn’t want to be late. I hope
your grandchildren never had a parent shame them in front of parents and peers.
You suck, but are forgiven.
And to Barbara, when I had been devastated by one of the biggest losses of my life, you took the opportunity to say something so insensitive and mean that I will not write it here - but just know that it did make the book. You are not a mean girl or nasty parent- you were a friend and therefore you will never ever be forgiven.
I love this!! My bff and I were hoping to start an Anonymous YouTube channel called, “Flashback Clapback” where people can tell off all the people who traumatize them but we could never figure out how not to get sued. So this is fantastic! Thank you Jane!
I am completely blown away, and now I do think we should create a recurring feature around this (or do your YouTube idea), because these are particularly brilliant. And moving!
Ok, was it pronounced
Ess-PREE ? That's what I always thought.
And the mom who made the comment about the short dress and the high heels, and the actual reason you were wearing them, makes me puke all over her. I was a poor kid with clothes from Goodwill, but thank God never had anything that horrible said to me. I
Hate Ms Huge. And Barbara makes me sad that she chose to say the shitty thing and seal her friendship fate with it. But good for you for sticking to your principles.
My BFF Jen (who was at the lunch table back then too) came up with the name “Flashback Clapback” and I think its a great idea to help people rid themselves of ickyness. I already feel better.
It is pronounced Espree - I know this and will never forget it because Corrina did a phenomenal job at accentuating the proper way to say the term. She was Regina George long before Regina George :)
Hahahha. And flashback clapback is perfect. I was starting to write more on this comment and then it got sent too soon which is the universe's way of telling me that I need to spend this energy writing something for you all about those high school years, which I've been working on. I'm going back to it now with your inspiration! Thank you!
I cannot LOVE the “revenge theme” more! @janebutthathandleistaken and I bonded over our mutual Scorpio-ness (I have a Scorpio stellium, so we’re talking extra Scorpionic levels of grudge-holding). We Scorps are infamously known for our long-game vendettas.
(Hello?? Did anyone read my last story about bitches be copying me twenty years ago—or my “Frenemy” essay where I literally named every single person who wronged me since childhood?!)
Both were deeply cathartic, and I’m forever grateful to Jane for giving me full permission to go absolutely hogwild. Revenge may be a dish best served cold—but our memories are longer than elephants, and our pens are mightier than swords.
TBH? I feel so much better after airing all that dirty laundry for your reading pleasure. 🔪🔪🔪
You're so awesome! I think my Taurus moon may be holding me back from experiencing pure jubilation about publishing these, but I knew it had to happen. Fairness and justice are critical to we Scorpios too, yes?
I actually hope that other clients of Lia the salon owner see this and get back what have no doubt lost to her stealing ways also.
It is unfortunate that Substack threads their comments the way they do because I would now like for everyone to see this one and all go there together to that Lia Schorr (I've been dying to actually name her - can't believe I held off that long. Sorry, Charlie!) Salon, en masse. Then we can do that with the subjects of all of our other grievances. Like a posse. Imagine all the cheating exes we can confront!
Oh wow, you have a lot of my favorites in one. And it's really funny that I speak authoritatively at all about astrology because I really know so little about it too
While I absolutely loved reading these comments, I have a confession to make: I no longer hold grudges.
Now, that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t list every wrong ever done to me and the full name (and possibly birthdate and phone number) of the person who committed the egregious act…I have the memory of an elephant when it comes to that shit.
What it means is that I have, through years of dedicated effort, detached myself from that particular parachute of resentment and anger.
As an emotional and intuitive empath (and a Leo — my temper can fire up in less time than it takes to strike a match), holding on to those offenses was absolutely draining my energy, and at some point I figured out that the only one who was still affected by that baggage was me.
Once I hit 50 it became easier every year to look back at those people with a “bless your heart” attitude.
Not to mention that my field of fucks is almost completely barren. I have so few left to give, and the plebes who have wronged me are simply undeserving.
But that’s not to say that I won’t continue to write about them…
I love this! I keep saying that I'm going to stop holding grudges and only recently I have dropped a few of them because I forgot what they were for (opposite of you! I'm clinging to resentments I don't even remember!). It feels great to not hold them anymore. I'll keep working on this myself.
As a Capricorn the list of those who have wronged me is long and detailed 😆 I don’t know where to begin. My Nextdoor neighbor David who teased me until I cried every single day in kindergarten? My 7th grade math teacher / volleyball coach / cheer coach Ms Wall who openly bullied me and made fun of my upper lip hair in public? CJ the boy who snuck cigarettes into overnight camp when I was 15 and then told the head of the camp it was me? My college roommate Max who stole all my friends and turned them against me allegedly bc I was too poor and fat to be her friend anymore? My fellow weekly magazine reporter sworn enemy whose name rhymes with Boa who made up lies about me to my bosses every single day? Or the mom at school just Saturday who accused my daughter of spreading lice around the whole grade? Ugh!! I want a burn book 😆😆😆
I want to read every word of your burn book! Or better yet, publish it here. When you get angry, you get just as extreme as me and I love it. Especially, don't mess with our children! I want to kill that mom for saying that about your daughter myself and if I find out who it was, I just might. Xo
Also, Corynne’s got her own list of enemies queued up, and when she said she wants to make a Burn Book, I slow-clapped aloud. That’s not just a brilliant idea—it’s the modern revenge canon waiting to happen. Imagine: a scorched-earth essay collection by all of us, turning the screw on the “Mean Girls” we grew up with and reminding them that we never forgot… we just took notes. And now we have a platform. 🔥✍️
😆😆😆😆 help make this happen!!
New Column Pitch: "SHE SAID / SHE BURNED"...❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Done!
Maybe it is the Leo in me, but I rip off heads in the moment. It saves time and brain space. They *are* permanently added to my "fuck you" list. They're on fire and I gotta pee? Break out the marshmallows, my friends! Time to make s'mores, warm my hands, and turn off the water supply to the nearest hydrant.
That said, I may have been called a vicious hell-spawned bitch the devil is afraid of meeting by some folks, but they're almost all on the "fuck you" list.
Award winning comment of the week! "Break out the marshmallows, my friends!"
I'm jealous of that Leo roar vibe (excuse all this pseudo astrology speak) because I'm doing the same stuff and just as instantaneously but in a silent deadly sting Scorpio only way. Your way sounds like more fun!
I don't know....stinging them and watching them slowly but surely die would be fun in some cases. My whole "rip off your head and shit down your throat" ethos lacks some of the sophistication of a slow, steady burn.
I'm laughing again, but I have to agree with you. The Scorpio way is more chic.
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Lord help me.
Also: Jessica, it has been a pure pleasure to work on and publish your unexpected story. (Another example of an IHTM topic I have never covered in all our long IHTM history.) Thank you so much for writing it and sharing it with all of us here!
Truly!!
@Jane: So... you don't really check your credit card statements, do you?😅 I have pings that hit my phone for literally every single transaction I make Ain't nobody going to use my money without my say so.
@Jessica: Beautifully written. I also very much identify with the whole yawning chasm of loneliness which sends us back to people who aren't any good for us.
I have gotten so much better about checking charges now. Back then I was just obsessed with getting work done and didn't pay attention to anything else, seriously.
Back then!!
HAHAHAHAHA and in Spanish JAJAJAJAJAJA
I had to go bilingual for that. It cracked me up so hard. You know me very well.
I got stuck on the ripping on celebrity clients bit. Having been celebrity adjacent or in service of an aging alternative icon, I disliked how NYC was more than willing to shit on my boss to me. For a moment we all had a Brooklyn pretour nutritionist (of course we did), and that person asked way more about my boss/frontman than I was comfortable with. Lots of, “what’s he really like?” Leaving the vegan joint by our apartment.
I relate to this so much: "What is he /she really like?" Whenever I get asked about anyone, famous or not, I never give the questioner what they're looking for. Did you just go silent or did you shame them?
So I never shamed them. Most often times, I just looked at my feet and awkwardly waited for the moment to pass. Look, my boss/friend had lots of strangeness both publicly and privately, but while he wrote me checks, I think he was my friend as well. So there were lots of funny and strange stories, but never thought they were my stories to tell. I think a lot of us read Hagakure too much, watch Apocalypse Now too much, and that samurai thing held our tongues.
Do you remember a Massage Therapist named Dr Dot?
I don't think so and I think I would remember that, but tell me!!
So, there was a moment when I was super aware of this woman. Lots of my friends had work done by her, and she was in and around people I knew. And she had super famous clients (Bono?!?), and thinking about famous people and regular people, I always think about her. http://drdot.com/
This Scorpio Sun/Leo Moon/Aquarius rising -- not only do I hold grudges, but you're not budging me once I have made my mind up. Some of them are too early to discuss. There was the high school friend my mom said could live with us because her grandparents kicked her out and nearly ruined my relationship with my mom. Oh, and she married my boyfriend she had introduced me to. My dad - well, he split when I was 10 and told me on the phone he would be at my husband's funeral two years ago and did not show. That grudge will never go away, my fucks have definitely flown out the window and the rage is deep. So very deep. The NY Times bestseller who was very well off and yet didn't want to pay me for my work in social media in the early days because I was marketing him and updating/fixing his website and it was just "playing on the internet." All the kids who bullied me because I was a size 12 in the 80s/early 90s for being too fat. Turns out it was PCOS. I can go on and on. *sigh*
I am IN AWE of you and your list. I'm wondering if your dad had substance abuse issues? That horrible behavior sounds so much like people I have known who do have them and are not in recovery.
Also, your childhood friend one reminded me of the grudge I hold against my childhood friend's (dead) mom for always treating me like shit and bad mouthing me to her daughter and anyone who would listen. It started when I was about 12 and lasted until she died. Hate! But I have to say, your story is better.
I also totally get you about the ones that are too recent or ongoing. We'll just have to keep this conversation going and reveal those when we're ready. Fun!
He does not. He's an abuser and likes control. My mother left him when I was 10 and I am ever so grateful at 52 that she did and now has a wonderful husband (who I call Dad), as I suspect she would not have lived.
I suspect we could sit down and discuss childhood friends for hours and I'm not sure there would be catharsis, but there would definitely be moments of "How could they do that?" Mine -- well, she left her ex-husband and they got back together for a brief period of time he made her call me and tell me we could not be friends anymore because I knew she had left. We had been friends since we were eight and that happened at 32. It's like losing a lover, only more intimate.
I'm looking forward to continuing this conversation as I suspect the more we chat, the more dig up!
I couldn't agree more and you know I'm coming back to respond to some of what you just said… xo
I had said I wanted to come back here, so here I am - I find your description of your dad really interesting and there's a lot of overlap there with how my dad was and then my mom leaving him and getting with a great guy (when I was about 16 or so). My dad had those same qualities as yours, but mine was also an addict of many things. Anyway, your story is interesting and I appreciate you sharing it.
I don’t really have any grudges other than landlords. Mostly the one that convinced us that him storing his furniture in our living room was the way it was always done (he was only renting to us while he was working out of state and was planning to move back in (which he did not tell us) so he came for an unannounced check-in where he claimed out cat had been peeing in the air conditioner vents and told us we had to move out (our cat was an angel and would never) which we later realized was because he was moving back in.
Okay that's a real jerk right there and deserving of a long time grudge. It's also funny with your story as with mine why we ever let ourselves fall for these lines from these manipulators?
Thanks for joining me in this, by the way!
Also, an amazing apartment.
I agree!
I am childless, and as I grow, I think I will surely end up in smaller and smaller homes. I used to love this tv show called RUBICON, and someone called the lead characters apartment a RAIL ROAD apartment. Which feels like a very specific east coast thing.
Oh yes, I've lived in a few railroad apartments myself!
The double virgo in me desperately wants to hold on to these until the perfect moment arises (ha-in order to cause a just and in proportion injury) but if it’s good for my soul…
Corrina B, you were a snippy, snotty, mean girl, but I forgive you for correcting my pronunciation of Espirit, and for your wicked laugh that told everyone at the 8th grade lunch table that I should be shunned. I am calling you out here for being a hateful person but i forgive you and only hope that your children never met anyone who enjoyed hurting others for their pronunciation of words.
And to Ms. H*ge, I was a kid whose mom had to work for a living. My mom left for work before I woke and didn’t return until after her night school
college courses. The PTA girl scout moms did a good job of making us latch key kids feel crummy enough (no parent participation meant no entry into those clubs back then) - but when I tried to join in a conversation once at a school
celebration where I had won an award for choir, you interrupted me shouting,”oh! I know who you are! you are the girl with the short short dress and the high high heels!” Your intention was understood and clear and I have been waiting to return the favor for 40 years. Instead, I’ll just let you know, it was the only dress I had at the time, and I had to borrow my mother’s shoes because I couldn’t find mine and I didn’t want to be late. I hope
your grandchildren never had a parent shame them in front of parents and peers.
You suck, but are forgiven.
And to Barbara, when I had been devastated by one of the biggest losses of my life, you took the opportunity to say something so insensitive and mean that I will not write it here - but just know that it did make the book. You are not a mean girl or nasty parent- you were a friend and therefore you will never ever be forgiven.
I love this!! My bff and I were hoping to start an Anonymous YouTube channel called, “Flashback Clapback” where people can tell off all the people who traumatize them but we could never figure out how not to get sued. So this is fantastic! Thank you Jane!
I am completely blown away, and now I do think we should create a recurring feature around this (or do your YouTube idea), because these are particularly brilliant. And moving!
Ok, was it pronounced
Ess-PREE ? That's what I always thought.
And the mom who made the comment about the short dress and the high heels, and the actual reason you were wearing them, makes me puke all over her. I was a poor kid with clothes from Goodwill, but thank God never had anything that horrible said to me. I
Hate Ms Huge. And Barbara makes me sad that she chose to say the shitty thing and seal her friendship fate with it. But good for you for sticking to your principles.
Thank you for the amazing stories!
My BFF Jen (who was at the lunch table back then too) came up with the name “Flashback Clapback” and I think its a great idea to help people rid themselves of ickyness. I already feel better.
It is pronounced Espree - I know this and will never forget it because Corrina did a phenomenal job at accentuating the proper way to say the term. She was Regina George long before Regina George :)
Hahahha. And flashback clapback is perfect. I was starting to write more on this comment and then it got sent too soon which is the universe's way of telling me that I need to spend this energy writing something for you all about those high school years, which I've been working on. I'm going back to it now with your inspiration! Thank you!
Yay! I love those stories
I cannot LOVE the “revenge theme” more! @janebutthathandleistaken and I bonded over our mutual Scorpio-ness (I have a Scorpio stellium, so we’re talking extra Scorpionic levels of grudge-holding). We Scorps are infamously known for our long-game vendettas.
(Hello?? Did anyone read my last story about bitches be copying me twenty years ago—or my “Frenemy” essay where I literally named every single person who wronged me since childhood?!)
Both were deeply cathartic, and I’m forever grateful to Jane for giving me full permission to go absolutely hogwild. Revenge may be a dish best served cold—but our memories are longer than elephants, and our pens are mightier than swords.
TBH? I feel so much better after airing all that dirty laundry for your reading pleasure. 🔪🔪🔪
You're so awesome! I think my Taurus moon may be holding me back from experiencing pure jubilation about publishing these, but I knew it had to happen. Fairness and justice are critical to we Scorpios too, yes?
I actually hope that other clients of Lia the salon owner see this and get back what have no doubt lost to her stealing ways also.
See!? I'm not done!! Never enough retaliation!
Is she still in business?! Because I will fly there and go undercover on her ass. I have wigs and big, dark sunglasses! 🕵🏻♀️👀
She is!! I think in the same location on Lexington Avenue just south of 57th St. Go! Or let's go together you can be my henchman.
It’ll be a sting! A glamorous, Ocean’s Eleven-style operation—LIA TAKE-DOWN—complete with lipstick and burner phones!
It is unfortunate that Substack threads their comments the way they do because I would now like for everyone to see this one and all go there together to that Lia Schorr (I've been dying to actually name her - can't believe I held off that long. Sorry, Charlie!) Salon, en masse. Then we can do that with the subjects of all of our other grievances. Like a posse. Imagine all the cheating exes we can confront!
We ride at dawn. With torches.
Jane, I too am a Scorpio — so this sheds light on my/our want to see more payback and regret from Leslie’s ex husband! 😛
Nail on the head! Do you know your moon and rising? I am Scorpio with Scorpio rising and Taurus moon
My notes say “Pisces rising, Sun in Scorpio and Moon in Cancer” - must admit I don’t have a grip on what that might mean
Oh wow, you have a lot of my favorites in one. And it's really funny that I speak authoritatively at all about astrology because I really know so little about it too
- but I like it!
While I absolutely loved reading these comments, I have a confession to make: I no longer hold grudges.
Now, that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t list every wrong ever done to me and the full name (and possibly birthdate and phone number) of the person who committed the egregious act…I have the memory of an elephant when it comes to that shit.
What it means is that I have, through years of dedicated effort, detached myself from that particular parachute of resentment and anger.
As an emotional and intuitive empath (and a Leo — my temper can fire up in less time than it takes to strike a match), holding on to those offenses was absolutely draining my energy, and at some point I figured out that the only one who was still affected by that baggage was me.
Once I hit 50 it became easier every year to look back at those people with a “bless your heart” attitude.
Not to mention that my field of fucks is almost completely barren. I have so few left to give, and the plebes who have wronged me are simply undeserving.
But that’s not to say that I won’t continue to write about them…
I love this! I keep saying that I'm going to stop holding grudges and only recently I have dropped a few of them because I forgot what they were for (opposite of you! I'm clinging to resentments I don't even remember!). It feels great to not hold them anymore. I'll keep working on this myself.
It takes a LOT of practice, but it’s worth it 💖