God makes beauty from ashes

Maybe the stupid cow at Bec's work should use HERS more often. Yesterday after a very painful root canal (it was awful but had to be done. The Dentist and her assistant were lovely and kept checking I was okay to go on. I nodded whenever they said "Are you alright?" but the big tears streaming down the sides of my face while I was suspended in the dentist chair gave me away a bit) I saw Bec's car was still at her office building and decided to take her belated birthday gifts in to her. Yes, I am a tool and forgot Bec's birthday. Not on purpose. Not with any malice...but Jay's texts messages were hard on my heart, Bec's rejection of my MANY calls the day after to apologise were hard too and going in person to Bec's office, repeating my apologies and hoping desperately that Bec would afford me some grace and forgive me...or at least be civil were gentle words lost on deaf ears. I shouldn't have even bothered. There I was, with my jaw on fire,

When Pete, Lyn and Troy had a "Janet Intervention" for me when I was at my worst with my depression. They all came over, brought kick-ass snacks and helped me unravel the HUGE UGLY tangle I'd gotten myself into. When Gracie drove from Ellenbrook to throw out a dead mouse for me. Stupid, but I'd just broken up with Jon and seeing a dead mouse on the living room floor made me think "I have no husband now to deal with this...Im on my OWN" and I cried for hours. Gracie came and not only got rid of the horrible mouse, she took me out for dinner and didnt once call me a "wuss". When Jonathan filled the entire house with flowers after I'd worked my first ever week at work. When Pete and Lyn called from Australia (I was in England) and Id just broken up with Jon. They put me on speaker and spoke to me just the way I always dreamed and hoped MY parents would talk to me. They supported me, loved me, made me their FIRST PRIORITY and sent hundreds of