Your perspective in life changes when someone calls you a cunt and wishes you were dead.
This happened to me recently.
I was thankful to be alive. I was thankful that that person was beyond wrong on their opinion on me. They were off. So so off.
I was also sad for that person and sad that they felt the need to express their anger at me in that way.
It also made me realize that it didn’t hurt my feelings. That I had learned to suppress the the urge to retaliate and inflict pain back. It made me step back, think, and really evaluate the situation and his feelings.
All I could do was say “I’m sorry you feel that way”. I responded with kindness and love and wished this person well.
It saddened me that it was easier for this person to hate than to take the time to love and accept.
I held my head high and realized that I was moving forward and leaving this person full of anger and bitterness behind.
It saddened me, because I wanted to take them with me on my journey.
I felt free.
I’ve grown. I’ve matured.
I feel pretty Damn good.