I suppose one could twist the story a thousand times and make it my fault, blame me, even. We all do that when we are desperate for answers but just don't get any. I suppose when one starts looking for a reason behind reason, there's always confusion. Some things are just better left the way you found them. Some people are better left the way you found them. But. There are always those that trespass. Always those who are so eager to fix you.
Somehow, I don't think that it was my pms-bitch phase that made me tell another intruder off tonight. It was my dignity, knocking on my door and asking me to take her back.
And I did.
