I sit here thinking about how you said I was so negative. I wasn't the one who lied. I wasn't the one always having something to bitch about. Money. Body aches. Gas prices. Silver prices. Your dad. Someone at a meeting. Doctor. Getting into random fights with people online. The fucking truck. Old job. How much junk food you ate. Old pets. Old regrets. Current regrets. Resentments. Yeah, I was the negative one. I made you miserable? Interesting. I remember too many times feeling dread and worry about whatever you were bitching about that day. How I had to be positive. Support you. Offer love and maybe even a different perspective. To go for a walk. To the gym. To eat food. To not eat too much because it made you feel like shit. Of course I'm not always right. That would be insane. It just so happened that taking care of yourself in a way I suggested helped you feel better. Wild, huh. I saw what you could be because it was already there... if you actually put some work int
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