Choices

We all make them. Everyday. Sometimes they're good ones, sometimes they're bad. Sometimes we make the choices that are least favorable, often because another person drove us to it.

As for me, I've made my choice. It's not the one I would have liked, but it's the best one I can make -- not just for me, but for those that I care about also. And I'm sorry that I have to say this, but you drove me to it. If you want to know the reason why we're not speaking right now, why our relationship is barely hanging on by the thinnest of threads, all you have to do is look in the mirror. 

The way you choose to handle problems is frustrating. And infuriating. So completely and utterly maddening. Not to mention the fact that it's not something I need to be focusing on right now. So I won't. I'm done. 

See, I've got this new motto: Fight for the things that are worth fighting for and worry about the people who want to be worried about. And I intend to stick to it; otherwise, I'm very liable to go insane over all of this. That is something that I absolutely refuse to do. 

So, I'm sorry if I don't find you worth fighting for or worrying about, but I don't. And you have only yourself to blame. You and your pride or stubbornness or whatever the hell you want to call what you're doing. Whatever it is, I'm done with it. 

I've made my choice. And I don't regret it for one second. As always, I'm doing what needs to be done for myself, my fiance and the rest of my family who cares enough to be a part of my life, instead of simply causing problems in it. 

We all make choices. And I feel certain that I'm making the right one. Can you say the same about your choices?