Smashing egg shells

Dominic does not like conflict. He will go to great lengths to avoid it. HUGE lengths. He hardly ever yells or blows. He is always even tempered. When he does lose it the boys will say "Remember that time Daddy was really mad?"

I do not like conflict either but I am never about sitting still and letting things just go. Too much these days is just let go. Dress how ever you want it's just running to walmart so kids are in pajama pants and women without bras. Do what you like it's your life, blah blah blah.
People will say "Well I didn't want to upset anyone. I didn't want to say anything. He'll get mad. He'll be upset." Yes and guess what? We'll all get over it.

My previous entry was about someone saying something that offended me and I have the right to be offended and I have the right to say something. I you could say she had the right to say what she said and yes it's a free country say it. But guess what? I am going to say that you upset me and so it goes back and forth verbal ping pong.
Dom braces himself when I write these kinds of things. He braces for the backlash.

So I went about my day and again it was brought up that I have shaken the apple cart. You'll get over it. I"ll get over it and we'll be nice on the other side or we won't. Chance are this woman and I will not be nice to each other I would prefer not to cross her path if it's all the same to everyone. Chances are the other apple cart I have shaken will also have upset some but I am a big girl and when the rubber meets the road I stand for what I believe, I stand for what I think is right, I stand for my sons and my husband and everyone else down the line. If you're living a life that I would rather not, I may not always agree with it, and in some cases there are times I have to really think about the relationship. Do I want to associate with someone who thinks this is right? Do I want to expose my children to this behavior? How can I tell my son that hanging out with a cheater at school or a trouble maker is not a good idea and then turn and have questionable friendships myself? I cannot.
I cannot fail to act or speak for fear of upsetting anyone. Maybe I am getting old. Maybe I am old fashion. But the older I get the more I like myself. The more comfortable I am in these shoes. In this skin, covered in egg shells and all.