Censored

I spend a lot of my life censoring myself. My dad taught me early on that the best policy is to pick your battles. And I do. To a fault. I hate confrontation. I hate when people are angry with me or with something that I've done or with something that someone else has done. I feel like I'm constantly trying to smooth things over. Like I'm always in 'Can't We All Just Get Along?' mode.

My blog should be a place where I can come and vent. Where I can let off some steam. Do you see the name that I've assigned to myself? Easily Manipulated. Because I am. I let people push me around and make decisions for me. Why? Because I'd rather have myself unhappy and torn than have someone that I care about in that situation. But you know, I'm really rather sick of this. I'm tired of putting everyone else's feelings before my own. Hubby and I have made a lot of progress in this department in the last six months and I think it's high time that I apply it to the rest of my life.

You may or may not have read a blog that I posted yesterday morning. The person that I was writing about read it and requested that I take it down. I did, not because I feel that I'd said anything untrue, but because I do value the relationship that we once had. The intentions of the post was not to hurt her feelings, but to alleviate my own. I don't know if she randomly happened upon the blog or if someone pointed her to it, but in either case, here's the deal...

If you don't like what I have to say, stop reading.