She was the most annoying and infuriating woman I knew.
She was often critical of everyone and everything, but especially about herself.
She would rant and rave about injustices in the world and crusade for the underdog every single time despite the odds.
She was stubborn to a fault yet it was also her strength.
She loved passionately and expressed her emotions with every fibre of her being and yet sometimes she would retreat into herself and push everyone else away.
She was too forgiving and gave second and third chances far more often than she should have.
Her blood pressure should have been a lot higher than it was from the stress she’d put herself through over the years. All because she thought she needed to gain the approval and love of men.
But she’d finally learned that she only needed her own.
Yep, she was the most annoying and infuriating woman I knew.
And that woman… is me.