Compromise

I am in a less angry place tonight but I am terribly tired – lack of sleep and too many tears.  Why was I so angry? Well, a bad decision (not mine) was made without me being consulted which has resulted in my much anticipated ten day trip to Paris being adversely affected. I was on the verge of cancelling the (non-refundable) tickets but a little thing called compromise was reached and we’re still going. The compromise reached is far from perfect but it will have to do. The ambers of anger have cooled but the hurt still remains.

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