Angry
Can I be honest? I mean blatantly, painfully, horrifically honest? I’m talking about ripping the curtain back to see that the great and powerful Oz is really just a small insignificant man type of honesty. I. AM. ANGRY. What do you mean, Jenn? Are you disappointed? Are you frustrated? Are you discouraged? Yep - all of those things, but it goes way past that. I am furious with anger. There, I said it. I have been all those other things before - disappointed, frustrated, discouraged, bitter. I’ve even SAID that I was angry before, but I don’t think I ever knew what real anger was. And you know what’s worse? I’m not angry at SOMEONE. I am really, truly horribly angry at God. I know. How dare I? The audacity. Who do I think I am? Well, I warned you, the curtain is coming back today. You expected me to be angry at Jon, didn’t you? I mean truthfully, that seems the more appropriate response. In the past 19 1/2 months, I may have had brief mome