No body has every accused me of having a sweet personality.
I am fat. I am opinionated. I swear like a sailor or any Brit that I have ever met. I can ocassionally drink like a fish. I admit to and relish in my baser needs and desires and indulge in them when I can. If you need help and I can give it to you, I will. I will put up with your bad moods because I figure you have had a bad day, or week, or month.
But
I am a woman who is tired of criticism from the people who claim to love me about how I don't live up to THEIR expectations of me.
If I say that I am staying with PK believe that is a decision that I have considered long and hard and it was made because my children have had too much tumult in their lives. I maybe occassionally miserable about it. But that is an absolute in my life. At least for the foreseeable future and by that I mean nearly a decade.
I don't want to be saved.
I don't want to be fixed.
I want to be appreciated for the flawed person that I am.
Not my perfected ideal.
My life is full of people who want to fix me so live up to their expectations of me. I don't need more.
I will take you at face value and accept you for the flawed person that you are... I want no less in return.