MY side of the story. Part 3, laid to rest

MY side of the story. Part 3, laid to rest

I began this series in an effort to relay a story as a gift to Greg for our three year anniversary. That has come and gone, so I am no longer working with that deadline, hence why there is such a long span between entries. I do need to write one last time the topic of the last two entries though, just to tie up some loose ends that have occurred this week in response to that last entry.

No one has personally come up to me and said a word about this, which I am thankful for. I really have not written this with the purpose of throwing a pity party for myself. 

After writing that long pent up emotion out last week I have felt strangely light. I must have gotten comfortable with that heaviness weighing me down because for the first few days I was wondering if I was sick. When no sickness came I realized it had to be the result of the writing. I haven't felt so free in ages. I find myself smiling more and more able to look others in the eye again too.

Then Thursday night my worst nightmare came true. I was about to climb into bed when my cell phone rang with a text message. It was Kenny. He had indeed read the blog. He texted to say that he was truly sorry for what he had done. He also said he did not agree entirely with what I had to say but that he learned a lot by reading about himself through another.

So all in all, this part of my series has been very beneficial for myself and at least one other so I deem that it was good. Next entry I WILL continue on with the story. I promise.