Judgement

You don't get to judge me. 

When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared? Because I was done. 

You left me. You chose someone else. 

I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. 

You don't get to judge me.