~Christa~
Waking up I feel a little lost for a second and have to just find my bearings before I realize that I’m back at home. I don’t have to run to the training grounds right away or run anywhere for a couple of days.
While stretching, I think about last night, and it upsets me all over again. Who did he think he was? Waltzing in here like he was still my boyfriend and putting my parents in that kind of position.
If it was just a welcome home party, my mom had arranged, I could have dealt with the evening. I would have smiled at her guests, made polite conversation, and just gotten through it for her sake, even if I was upset about it.
I know she means well, and it was just her way of showing how proud she is of me.
Christa “It’s a new day, Christa. No use in dwelling on the past.”
