I'm not wearing my good shoes for this one

There comes a time in a thirty-something gal's life when you just gotta kick that shit to the curb.

Allow me to demonstrate:

Ah, that feels so much better. I've really got to do that more often. Actually, I know I will.

I've spent so much of my life making excuses for other people's behaviour, putting myself in their shoes, sacrificing my needs to make everyone else feel better. But you know what? I've had enough. It's time to clean house. It's time to stop taking on other people's shit.

No more loser men with so much baggage that Air Canada won't fly their asses to Moose Jaw (thanks to Musically Speaking for that lovely turn of phrase), no more excuses for treating me disrespectfully, no more soul-sucking "friends", no more sociopathic chameleons, no more allowing people to manipulate me into feeling sorry for them over stuff that they've done to themselves, no more feeling guilty for putting myself first. I'm done. The shit is getting kicked to the curb, my friends. Because that's where it belongs.

Any questions?