Bad place was me walking up to my grandma’s front door. Being rejected for not the first but second time and the last with this restraining order. Do any of you know how that feels? I’m betting in some kind of form you do.

Wrong time was not accepting the choices. But life is a blessing. Life is what you make it to be. If we put ourselves in someone else’s shoes we more than likely wouldn’t want to be in their shoes.

We are all different.