Don’t ask how I am doing, showing up on people I may know or try to apologize. It’s too late for an apology.  I do forgive you, but forgive myself more for the hell you put me

through. The second time not only did you get fired, this is on your record permanently. You thought I would let it slide. These last two years I was collecting evidence. Letting you run your mouth and letting you think you got away with it. You thought I was naive, I stupid because I was being quiet. You thought becoming a manager you were above the law and above everyone. Being quiet only exposed every part of you. Did it hurt yes, but in the end it costed you everything. The room is on fire, everyone is checking on you, because finding out the truth. The hell you endure, but you kept it professional. No one knew how much it broke you, but you walked through hell like it was nothing, but it took everything from you. It took you months to recover, to heal, and still hurts just the same, but nothing will stop you from sharing your strength.