I would hate for someone to look at my shoes and say
"Oh My God that looks so comfortable"
That is what everyone says when they see me wear these shoes.
"Look so comfy"
These black suede, size 6 MISS ME flats,
were given to me by my H.
Hell they are !
They make me suffer and I keep giving them opportunities.
Just like a bad old boyfriend. Hoping they will change.
I tell myself that the moment I give them away I will immediately
grab for them, need them.
These shoes will no longer torture me.
I am sending them away:
"You go now, torture someone else"
Do you hold on to things that do you no good ?