I’ve started to use profanity a lot more of late. I don’t like it. I used to despise profanity and felt like there was never any call to use it—I think that I can even pinpoint the day that I just let go. It was one of the many days that Summer went to surgery and I was so fed up with so many things. I had become frustrated to the point that I didn’t know how to deal and it only continued to worsen from there.
I hate the way that I have allowed this abusive and vulgar language to become a part of my vocabulary. I hate the way that these words are constantly in my thoughts, even though most times I resist the urge to say them.