What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

It is with a heavy heart, and even tears, that I write this entry tonight. I hope that pleases those for whom this post is written. It seems that for some, hurting others is just a sport, and their only purpose in life, to perfect thier skills in collecting emotional scalps. For me, the fact that my steadily increasing anger over the past week of 'revelation' is now become tears, is a GOOD thing. Tears are cleansing. Perhaps now, I can lay down this destructive bitterness and just walk away.

You never get too old or too wise or too well seasoned to be played for a fool. How funny is it, that it’s always the one that cares the most, who is the last to figure things out?

It’s a sad day when you finally understand that those you trusted and thought to be your friends have been playing you for a fool all along. If hurting someone who only sought to befriend you was your goal, gloat in the success of your well played plans. Strut your treachery, for it is the only thing you have to take pride in. What a brilliant testimony you are to your so-called 'faith,' and you, to your 'values.'

Keep your dirty secrets to yourselves. Tell your lies about one another to some other sap who has not yet been stung by your deceit. You DESERVE each other. Goodbye. And good riddance. It can’t be soon ENOUGH, for the rest of us.