Recently I have gone overboard writing articles about people that gossip. In fact, I have one waiting in the wings that I’m editing. Ha! My reasons for obsessing about this is that I seem to be a lightening rod for people that like to gossip.
My husband told me that if I weren’t so alluring and mysterious and my life not so glamorous and epic and my husband not so debonair and handsome, that these lonely, jealous people wouldn’t know what to do with themselves if they didn’t have me to talk about.
I’m inclined to agree…and giggle hysterically because it’s all true! 🙂 I wish they would all find something more constructive to do with their lives, but until that day comes, I guess I’ll be pleased to give them something fabulous to talk about.
Carry on you bunch of crazy twats!! ❤
I was writing a new post about the usual and making comments from the unhappy memories I had, when I came to a complete stop. Sometimes when we continue to treat a hurt by simply counting on the perception of a situation we have carried for years, those memories can become a murmuration. We end up nursing damage that happened a long time ago, before we discovered healthy ways to process what the world dishes out to us. A droning epitaph we recite to ourselves because we need to feel right and if we say it enough times, it becomes real. Thoughts become things and before long it’s bigger than we needed it to be.
I stopped writing and instead I went backwards, and I’m glad I took that time for myself.
She was a friend, a good friend, and we would write these long and detailed messages to each other on Facebook. She was super busy at work and with her two horses, and I traveled all over the USA for weeks at a time for my job, so we weren’t always available to each other for in person visits or phone chats. Continue reading
Posted in All kinds of Advice, Memories good and bad
Tagged friends, going back, healing, I love you, losing friends, memories, open your heart, owning it, PTSD, The Daily Post
In an effort to belittle me someone said to me one day, “Your in-laws hate you and you speak to only a handful of your own family members. Haven’t you considered that you’re the common denominator here and that the problem is yours and not theirs?”
My response was swift and to the point.
Of course I’m the problem! Once I saw the pattern of mental abuse and torture that had been the dysfunction in both families for decades, I rebelled. That was, and always will be, a huge problem for them because I am not someone they can control and manipulate anymore. I refuse to allow anyone to abuse me in such a manner just so I can sort of feel like I might belong to their twisted idea of a family. I am intelligent and have a lot of love in my own heart and the love I also have for myself means I know I can choose my own family, so that is what I have done.
I have family that started out as friends. Continue reading