A break

I'm finally divorced.

I hate men. I hate men. I hate men. For three years I avoid all contact with men. I hate them. I do not trust them.

I do a lot of thinking and learning and growing.

I get a great job but panic a bit at the thought of working with men. It turns out alright. Except for one guy who has a tendency to yell and swear on the phone sometimes (not to me, I overhear it), which freaks me the hell out. I learn that he's a decent guy and his yelling and swearing is about him, not me.

I put on a good face and no one has a clue.

Funny that. How many people do you interact with every day have that mask that hides everything. Everyone thinks everything is great and normal. There is so much hurt out there. I wish men could understand this. This. This is why so many women are 'careful', and 'hesitant'. We don't know which kind of guy you are.

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