Person who caused me the most pain

Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

I think my parents have caused me the most pain, as I have talked about in a past entry. But as angry as I was, i find being home has made me forgive them- without even talking about it with them. I think alot of it was me making up reasons to not come home. However, I have been back in Clifford for a week, and I feel good about everything. Is everything perfect? No…but it seems a heck of alot better from when I was living here growing up. I’m hoping I can keep up this level of forgiveness. I’m sure it really helps that I am busy with lesson planning and teaching and such.

Having said all that, I still feel angry when my dad smokes in the house. He’s doing pretty good at not smoking in the truck to Mount Forest in the mornings and back here in the evenings when I am in it. It helps. Alot of it is me HATING…or rather DESPISING smelling like a dirty ashtray. Hopefully he can start smoking outside.

My mom is coming up next weekend so I know that I’m gonna be more frustrated and stressed about that next week, since she really doesn’t seem to care about smoking in the house or what not. We’ll see. Maybe I’ll just make it clear to them thatI hate it and would really appreciate it if they would smoke outside. I’ll see how that works- it hasn’t in the past…but here’s hoping, right?