A poem for those who feel grumpy in the morning but need a little sunshine in their cup.
Have you ever met people who seem to win the lottery on a daily basis and it leaves you wondering why your name is never pulled out of the magic hat?
Today her tone and look told me she wasn’t admiring my little pack of angels… the lid on Pandora’s box fired open…words came flying out.
Jealousy. That nasty word. We’ve all experienced it, but no one really likes to talk about it. I’m about to get real.
I was so frustrated I’d slam the door and scream at the top of my lungs. Once I even threw a glass across the room, after I shut the door and it smashed to pieces off our fire place.
When I read her letter, I was mad! I showed it to Vance then went on a rant about how rude the lady was. Vance read it, then said to me, “You hurt her feelings, she is very hurt.”