Sometimes people say things without thinking, so I have learned to take things said with a grain of salt. Because of this I always try to mind what I say, how I say things and my facial expressions.
I have experienced hurtful words that weren't meant on purpose, but occurred because of a lack of understanding. With each conversation, a lesson is taught or learned.
I usually brush things off, because I know people don't always mean things the way they come out.
A family friend asked my grandma if the picture of me with a baby was my baby. My grandma replied no and explained. Then the family friend asked, "Well, does she want to have kids?" This was asked because of my age. 28. Not married and no children. Ouch.
I am happy with where I am at in my life. I am working on my master's degree (1 more year left), have a great job (I'm grateful to wake up in the morning and not dread going to work) and I am dating a wonderful and attentive man with similar dreams and aspirations as me. I have no complaints. Of course, my life path hasn't always been ideal, but I am pleased with it. I have learned some hard lessons along the way, but have continued moving forward in my life. When you fall off the horse, you get up, dust yourself off and get right back on.
Being divorced, people often say things without even realizing what they are saying. Standing up in a friend's wedding should be a priceless experience (even though it costs more $ than being a regular attendee at the wedding). That friend invited you, asked you, of all the people in their life, to stand by their side as they say their vows, you should feel honored. There should be no price on friendship. Would you stand up in a friend's second wedding? third wedding?
Again, I take it with a grain of salt. Some people just don't know any better. They haven't experienced what you have. They aren't in your shoes. I don't get angry or upset over these things anymore. Life is too short to worry or be mad over the little, often times, innocent things people say.
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