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So Tired Of Fighting
Well, I think I’ve finally had it! I’m throwing in the towel. I think. I don’t know. The truth is, I can’t afford to throw in the towel, hell, at these prices, I can’t afford the damn towel! But I also can’t afford not to throw in the towel.
What’s all this about towels? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No towels were harmed in the writing of this piece.
I’m just tired. Tired of being bullied. Tired of being harassed. Tired of being the subject of vicious rumours and lies. I’m tired of fighting.
I’ve been fighting, literally and figuratively for most of my life. My adrenal gland has been on overdrive so long that I don’t think it has an off switch. It’s fight or flight all the damn time. I can’t do it anymore.
Those who follow me regularly know all about the neighbour that decided a few months ago to make up false complaints against me and my dog. They were demonstrably false and dismissed by our building’s management as such. Keep in mind, I don’t know this woman. I’ve spoken to her once, it was a pleasant conversation. That was it. Never a harsh word. Nothing.
That series of false allegations resulted in the perpetrator being issued 2 separate warnings for harassment. It got to the point that even our building manager and her…
