Fickle pickles...

 Disappointment comes in small packages. Lately, I have had many people disappointment the fuck out of me. I guess I know who is in my circle. Who is in my tribe, and sadly it is barely on one hand. You know I have to remember that people are not me. Yesterday, I experienced jealousy from someone I barely know, she is actually my thrift store go-to. Gosh, that was ugly. My dog growled at her not to stop in the car. I trust Lana trust me. Then my so-called friend, had to come to me to see if she could look after Lana, while I was at work for some time and she too disappointed me and I told her I had a 10am appointment. Guess I had to cancel that. My mother, not once did she come near me after I lost her grandchild, my beautiful daughter. (miscarried another soul). Apparently, daughters should visit their mothers. (I miss my gran!) My sister, my relationship with my nephews. Everyone cut the ropes, or did I? I will always show up for people, and I would never hesitate to help others through their journey if they needed me for even the smallest favor. I am pissed. But holding on to this, will not get my detachment journey any greater than it has already started. I have to detach from the bullshit. Honestly. I have just about had enough of people. I have been disappointed just too much from all avenues in this 3D and 5D. I guess, this is the lesson I need. I am tired. Exhausted by others' excuses for me, but when they need me, I fall down at their feet. Work, home, family and friends. Like apparently WTF. Is this a lesson of detachment, so I can see if I passed the test?  WOW! What an adventure. I need to remember to take this lesson. And learn to say NO. I am so done with false relationships. Gxxx

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