"Still, memory has a bad habit of airbrushing arseholes once they’ve left."

This just replaced "the rose colored lenses of passing time" as my favorite expression! So thank you for that!

In a sense, "these people" steal our lives — or part of our lives, anyway — but we end up closer to our own authentic selves as a result. We learn things; discernment; for me it was the lesson that psychological instability, chaos and a lack of anger moderation is not the same thing as "passion." For you? Your own set of things — I wasn't there, so I don't know.

But I do know that they were "damaged" people in their own ways, and with it the lesson that it is not my place to "fix it" for anyone. We all have to fix it for ourselves.

I'm rambling, as per usual... the coffee hasn't fully taken hold, yet...

xo