Nothing makes me more warm and fuzzy on the inside and confident in how much I am liked by the people around me than having a family tell me that to trainer I ride with --who I came to see as a trusted mentor and caring figure-- I essentially no longer exist because I’m no longer forcing myself to be acknowledged by leasing a horse.
Great.
I’m feeling real great now.
All that just because I asked for what to do since I haven’t heard back about something and was getting frustrated.














