“Put ’em up! Put ’em up!”

“Put ’em up! Put ’em up!”

When I was drinking and carrying on, my life was filled with fights and fall outs. I was in perpetual battle mode. I took on boyfriends, neighbors, bosses, strangers. Every single person on earth was out to get me, and I had to be ready.

It’s not like I understood how to communicate my thoughts or exercise any self-control. I didn’t know what it meant to mind my own business. Ijumped into the ring as soon as I heard the bell.

I don’t remember ever winning one argument. That’s because I was always drunk, my opinions never made any sense, and I flat out sucked at fighting. I got my clock cleaned on a regular basis. I could never figure out how and where I went wrong.

Today, I let go of my need to be involved in altercations. If someone wants to get into it with me, the smartest move I can make is to simply walk away. I’m grateful my legs aren’t broken. I like to keep them that way.

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