It was like the Holy Spirit was talking to me via my pastor. I just felt so moved. Before that, a girl I don’t like was crying because she recently lost her grandfather. I went into the bathroom after her and told her I was sorry for her loss. Like I knew it was the right thing to do. She even said “Thank you, that means a lot.” Then later when my Mom was talking bad about her (saying she was dramatic) I defended her. I mean, I still don’t like her. But she’s having a child with a guy I love, someone I care deeply about… and if I lost my grandfather or someone close, I’d want her to act the same towards me. To which my Mom replied “She wouldn’t because she’s a bitch.” —yes, you thinking that way and treating her like that, she is a bitch to you. Wether I like her or not, we’re gonna end up being in each other’s lives for a long time. I don’t like her. But I will treat her the way I want to be treated. Because in the end, I’ve done my part. I’m changing my ways. Living for The Lord, not just myself anymore.