I'm Not Sorry!

Not counting the numerous fights I used to have with my siblings, I've really only been in three real catfights my whole life. The third one happened this past weekend. First of all, let me just say I'm so not proud of myself. In fact, I'm disappointed in myself. I'm generally a peaceful person. I prefer to talk things out rather than duke it out. I've always advocated resolve & restraint. I guess you can say I'm diplomatic. But despite all that, I reserve the right to defend myself. And this weekend I was forced to do just that. In an attempt to broker peace, I was attacked! Of course, I didn't sit there and just took the punches as they came my way. I fought back and beat the shit out of the bitch, as she deserved. I must say she was a tough one, she put up a good fight. I got hurt but not as badly as I hurt her. I'm pretty sure she walked away having learned a lesson or two.