I thought maintaining peace meant swallowing irritation, forgiving disrespect, and telling myself other people probably had good reasons for taking advantage of me.
But kindness without boundaries isn’t always kindness.
Sometimes it’s simply silence.
And silence can teach the wrong person that you’re willing to tolerate almost anything.
Monica thought the quiet widow next door would never object.
She was wrong.
The pink paint taught her I had finally found my voice.
Everything that happened afterward taught me something even better.
Sometimes you don’t need revenge.
You simply need to stop protecting people from the consequences of their own behavior.
