Good Girl - by Michelle Albanes-Davis - Stir the Pot
Hey! Since today’s piece is extra personal, I decided to read it to you in addition to the written text. No matter how you interact with my work, I appreciate you. Someone said I was vindictive in an email last week. I laughed as I read it. Imagine taking tens of thousands of dollars from a shared account, and then calling the other person names when they point out what you did was both against the law and shitty as hell. But logic doesn’t apply here. I had earned that person’s ire and betrayal, down to the penny, through my failure to be a dutiful, empathic caretaker of their needs. And then I had the audacity to expect repayment. Who the fuck did I think I was? An old version of me would have been hurt by this characterization— but she’s not around anymore. So what if I am vindictive? There has to be a point where you are allowed to seek revenge, to be angry, and not fucking apologize for it. How sweet do you have to be to someone who likes to kick you in the face, and then complain
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