Photos courtesy of Part Angel Part Diva, All Woman The Official Group
It’s sad, but true. Some people are only good at compartment living. They put everyone and everything in a neat little box. They put their work in a box, their co-workers, their boss, even their spouse. When something happens to that box, when it changes its shape, suddenly, they don’t like it. They don’t like it one bit. They feel that they are out of control, and suddenly you realize that you only served a purpose in their life. You realize they didn’t value you at all. They didn’t love you at all.
They only wanted you to write that column. Then they wanted to take all the credit. They only wanted you to pay all the bills, and take the blame when they have to put in extra hours at work, for no reason. They only wanted you to stroke their ego, nothing more. Well, you don’t have to be nice to them anymore. That ship of shit has sailed, hasn’t it?
You can take that box and paint it. Go to Michael’s and take a class. But when you’re done, make sure you shove it up their aspirations.