I Write

When I am stressed, upset, frustrated.

When I feel hurt, betrayed, unappreciated.

When I think I have been demeaned, belittled, misjudged.

But

I also write when I am happy.

I write about things, and people, that matter to me. I am too honest, often. I abhor secrets and subterfuge. Games like that I do not play well. 

I share personal intimate details about my life not because I want to sound "big". Many of the things I share on this blog and elsewhere are not events where I come off as stellar. I am more aware than anyone of how imperfect my life and actions have been, and there is nothing that can be said to me I have not said to myself already. 

But 

{and with me there is often a but}

Leave my family alone, leave my friends alone, leave my mother, my brothers, my daughter, my husband alone. I am a big girl, I can handle myself. I may cry, and shake. My blood pressure may spike, I may get stomach cramps and a headache, but I will handle myself.

Make me angry enough, and I will be sure that you rue the day you ever heard my name or saw my face.

Now that you can take to the bank.

That is all.