Originally Posted by Xochiquetzal:
Lee, that reads as a beautiful prose poem. I understand many of the sentiments. Thank you. 
Xochi life is so strange,every experience is revealing,where I was strong I'm weaker,weak strong,contradictions but an enlightening episode that tells me I'm right. I can't be bought,therefore I cannot be sold,the more I recover from harmful things and people the more I like me...I'm not everyone's cup of tea,are any of us,but the more i walk away from the more I see the integrity morals pride and self worth my father lived by mirrored in me.
I've got to that stage where I don't suffer fools gladly either!