I guess I am a woman of a different kind. How do I know that? Today I was informed in no uncertain terms that I was not kind. That statement came from someone that has known me at least for thirty years or more. After the anger subsided and the hurt settled into its familiar place, I started to wonder what that meant. Does it mean that I am not a nice person because I speak my mind? Does it mean that I am bitter, mean, and vindictive because I’ve been waiting for as long as I can remember to hear simple, healing words?
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