So the dam finally broke yesterday. I ended up saying everything that was hurtful but nonetheless heartfelt. I don't take back what I said, because I meant them.
Today, I was confronted for making her upset. What about me and how I felt? If I had been calculative, I would have been angry for the past 10 years, but I wasn't. Not until now that things have changed.
After my op, I learnt to be true to myself, whether happy, sad, angry or hurt. I realised that bottling up was unhealthy, and if it really bothered me, I should say or do something to make the issue or trouble go away. Because life can only be so short.
But then I've also come to reflect upon my painstakingly developed sense of tolerance over the past 10 years. Is that now an effort gone to waste?
I feel like I've returned to those primary and secondary school years.
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