I stand there about to give you the paper back to you when you just reach out and snatch it right out of my hand.
I can’t believe that you would do that and I’m mad that you think that is okay to do to me.
I want to say something but I’m so pissed that I just say have a nice day and move on with what I need to do before I do something I will regret.
I try to forget your actions after you walk away but, the thought of what you did seems to run through my mind as the day slows down and I think over all the moments of my day.
You seem to have grabbed that happy mood from me and turn it into something ugly and I know I shouldn’t let your action affect me so much.
For out of sight out of mind sometimes works for me but, you always come back in my life and so the memories that make my blood boil really seem to be happening more and more lately.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes