The Gagging Reflex

I was sick to my stomach. Completely sick.

When my eyes cursored over the words, I swear I felt the bile of disbelief rise to the top of my throat in a burn.

No, this isn't rage. Anger has its liberating effects. This is something else.

This is disgust.

Maybe she got one thing half right. I'm not going to do anything and just drift along if, for the rest of my life, I have to pretend to be happy shelving everything that ever was important to me.

Because the real Dani has other ambitions beyond dollardollarbillYall.

Because your remarks should stop where your business ends. And where this is concerned, it ends with who I am.
Because you don't know me.