"Life is complicated."
The day Kitty said this was a very bad day. I had said and done a bunch of crazy things in a codependent rage one night a few years ago. The morning after, I wasn't sure what I was going to do to ever make things better again.
I felt I owed an apology to an innocent bystander who had been caught in the cross fire, and I was embarrassed and remorseful.
After careful deliberation on the subject, Kitty told me I should simply tell those involved "Life is complicated", and leave it at that.
I can't even imagine how many times I've used the phrase since then, but it runs through my head at least once a day.
A Record Week At The Compound
22 hours ago