April 14th of last year, I had to tell my mother that I was an apostate and had spent the last year working against the very organization that she had spent her life supporting.
April 14th of this year, I woke up next to my lovely girlfriend, went to the gym, came home, cooked a hearty brunch, then went to my little corner of the world- my piercing shop, where I got to talk to and interact with people who respected me for who I was and what I did. I did manage to sneak a way a little early, and come home to once again wrap my arms around one of the coolest young women I've ever known.
They say the best revenge is living well. And I say revenge "is sweet, but not fattening."