2015 began with gallstones, a non-fat diet and misery. It's ending with no gallbladder, pizza and relative happiness.
When I get called overweight, I show people my scars and tell them I'm pregnant and that the scars are proof of the operation to insert the fertilised egg. Either that or there's a zip inside my body which the fairies who live inside me use to get out at night so they can go and take children's teeth. I look as if I've put on weight because of the wide screen TV they bought...which also explains the rumbling from my stomach: they love Star Wars. Thankfully I can now eat pizza and curry. I still get the occasional twinge of pain from the op, but nothing much.
I've been bullied and manipulated most of my life, especially by the two women I loved. Recently I've fought back against this manipulation instead of avoiding the people who try. I stood my ground when one person tried to get me to join them on bonfire night, when all I wanted to do was have a quiet night in. I stayed in. I've also refused to give up my charity shop work because this person thinks I get tired.
On top of that, my manager at work is a strong person, the kind I normally lose my brain functionality around. Not this time. I managed to hold a conversation with him about work and improving things.
I still have my dark moments, times when all I want is to go to sleep and not wake up, but they are not as deep as in the past. Nor am I afraid of living alone for the rest of my life. It's better than being tied with someone who doesn't care about me, or sees me as a slave to their will.
2016 is shaping up to be one of my better years.
See you on Friday.