It was 2005. My mother took myself and my sister shopping. She was in a wheelchair. My sister had her checkbook. I chose the shoes in the picture, which are from another blog post. Worn Out Complaints
I chose those shoes and my sister said no, you really need to find a less expensive pair. Those shoes were 75 dollars. I said no. I want those. I got them. My mother had so much money. My sister just didn’t want me to have them.
The same way when I was fourteen, she wouldn’t allow me to be on the journalism team. I couldn’t sign up for art or music. She put me in horrible low level classes that I could have stood up and taught. Those classes and her dominance over me sent me on a dark and negative path.
This post hit a nerve.
I walked, hiked, traveled and danced in those shoes.
I had to learn to stand up for myself.
I am now a flip flop millionaire.
I quit complaining and started walking.
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