I’m happy to say I’m getting the hang of this. I’ve decided to finally grow up, accept it, and smile. I still feel hurt sometimes and it’s a sensitive topic to my ears, but it doesn’t affect my daily thoughts anymore. I don’t feel like there’s a hand choking my body with rage anymore. I’ve decided to just accept it, face up to the responsibility and the embarrassment, and move on. It makes me a lot happier.