It was good to know you.

I have always known but very recently dramatically realised that I don’t have to take shit from any of you, anymore. For years, I’ve put up with bullshit from people who matter and the ones who do not, thinking building on my tolerance was a consolation. Now I don’t care much at all about it. If it’s anyone who makes my life living hell, pushes me into an abyss, emotionally saps me, makes me feel bad about myself, it has to be me. NO one else. I will fuck up, screw up, waste my time, not you. I am done, Thank you. You think I’ve become fat? tall? short? ugly? thin? why don't you go write that in your journal? would that make you feel good? I genuinely hope it does. I’m too irresponsible? Lame? Lazy? Wasting my time? Aap jaa sakte hain, namaste. I will not waste my time, emotional intelligence and peace of mind over your bullshit, I'm getting old and it's beyond my physical and mental abilities to stand you anymore. Simply, because I don't have to. I have no energy to fake a smile and pretend to be courteous when you're saying something totally hilarious and crossing boundaries, no drama, no pretence, a very simple-please show yourself out. Life’s short and I’m so done with this. Please let’s just let everybody breathe. It’s not easy for everybody alike. Yes? I don’t want women’s day discounts on make-up, spas and everything you think I should be doing to look like you think I should look like. What a farce. Don’t gift me raspberry flavoured lip-balms on women’s day Please, for fuck’s sake. How can one not see the irony? Why aren’t we tired yet? I am. I am more than happy and respectful of your idea of a daughter, a daughter-in-law, a wife, but why should that be mine? Why should I fit into your idea of these roles? Can I peacefully be a fuck up wife who is clueless about marriage and work my way through, the natural way? Please do not tell me to behave a certain way. I don't know and don't want to know what a good wife or a daughter is/does, I just want to do what I do, the best I can, till I drop dead. It’s not very hard to mind your own fucking business if you try. I’ll help, promise. Till then, don't be seen and definitely do not wish me a Happy Women’s day. It was good to know you.