The FB memories

Opened the book of faces this morning to see cake in the memories. Haha! That flippin' cake. And the voice inside says, "what doesn't break me, makes me..." Sigh. The explaination is simple. He KNEW I didn't make cakes; I'd explained my comfort zone, my knowledge, my desire was to never do so. But he tried to set me up for failure. That challenge was never supposed to be won. Something layered, that I didn't make.... and in a day... to be shared by people in the food industry who had an actual baker they used to get this cake from. Fuuuuuuk. But I did it. I obsessivly went on the hunt for a recipe; narrowed it down to three. Prayed as I made the one I hoped would work. one layer... two... and three. Holding my breath. I leveled, filled, stacked, and frosted. Packed the dang thing up and finally took a hesitant breath. Two hours later I got the text it was delicious! It took him that long to get into work and deliver it to the coworker he'd promised it to. This wasn't the first time or the last that he would do his best to crumble my ego, trying to show my failure on display. Each time he grossly miscalculated my want, my drive, my inability to accept defeat. I would push myself harder and further each time; ending up victorious. The passive agressive digs by him were proof that I wasnt suppsed to succeed. He waited and waited for the demise but it never happened the way he wanted. His friends even noted how hard he pushed the limits stating he was not caring to see what it was doing to the inner me. People pleasing. I'd push to the point of exhaustion. So the cake was the result but all the work is the real win.