I used to own this hat.
A few years ago, between one shitty relationship and into another. I bought it at Ragstock. I thought it looked good with my reddish hair and my green coat. It was kind of my signature piece, this green hat. I had it when I owned kitties.
When I replaced the kitties with an abusive boyfriend, he overhauled my things. My pictures, my clothes, my jewelry, my shoes, my everything. I can't even begin to tell you how many of my things he broke, made me throw out, or threw away when I wasn't home. The reason I can't tell you is that I would cry. So hard. So long.
Why would I cry? Not because I miss my stuff. It's just stuff, stuff can be replaced. I would cry for the loss of memories and experiences that were precious to me. Because I'm still disappointed in myself that I didn't have the guts to stand UP to this asshole and be myself. Because I let him control my life for a year and a half. I don't regret the choices I made, but I have learned from them.
Back to the subject at hand--this green hat. One of the things he threw out, into the garbage, was this hat. When I found it at Ragstock again yesterday, I almost cried. I had to have it. I remember how friggin' GOOD this hat made me look. How it went with everything I owned. How everyone knew it was me, because there was my hat.
It's a building block, this new green hat of mine. It's a stepping stone that will eventually bring me back to 100% center. I hope some of you remember the first awesome green hat, but that all of you LOVE the new green hat.
The Universe works in mysterious ways. The Universe giveth, and The Universe taketh away. Be open and receptive, my friends.
:)
A few years ago, between one shitty relationship and into another. I bought it at Ragstock. I thought it looked good with my reddish hair and my green coat. It was kind of my signature piece, this green hat. I had it when I owned kitties.
When I replaced the kitties with an abusive boyfriend, he overhauled my things. My pictures, my clothes, my jewelry, my shoes, my everything. I can't even begin to tell you how many of my things he broke, made me throw out, or threw away when I wasn't home. The reason I can't tell you is that I would cry. So hard. So long.
Why would I cry? Not because I miss my stuff. It's just stuff, stuff can be replaced. I would cry for the loss of memories and experiences that were precious to me. Because I'm still disappointed in myself that I didn't have the guts to stand UP to this asshole and be myself. Because I let him control my life for a year and a half. I don't regret the choices I made, but I have learned from them.
Back to the subject at hand--this green hat. One of the things he threw out, into the garbage, was this hat. When I found it at Ragstock again yesterday, I almost cried. I had to have it. I remember how friggin' GOOD this hat made me look. How it went with everything I owned. How everyone knew it was me, because there was my hat.
It's a building block, this new green hat of mine. It's a stepping stone that will eventually bring me back to 100% center. I hope some of you remember the first awesome green hat, but that all of you LOVE the new green hat.
The Universe works in mysterious ways. The Universe giveth, and The Universe taketh away. Be open and receptive, my friends.
:)
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