Every word crafted a red shard of glass piercing my soul.
You called it a father’s unconditional love.
You said your father loved you that way.
You are just continuing tradition with me.
You sweep the shards under hateful gazes.
I better understand my place you said.
So start sweeping and plaster a fake smile on your face.
Pretend we are a happy family and don’t breathe a word
of your destruction.
Then I looked at you and said NO.
Then your twisted smile replied you are not part of this family.
I replied with my tear stained eyes I know.
I am my mother’s daughter.
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Sadly many "families"are like this, thank you for sharing
Thank you for your kind comment! Sadly families are. It's a blessing and a curse when you are the one to break the ugly traditions.
I put my life in God's hands, now I'm so incredibly blessed,you always want to break free but are afraid to be the same way, it's bittersweet really
Exactly! My faith in God has never been stronger. Now instead of dwelling on things I just look for the lessons God is showing me. I see that side of the family as who not to be. There was a time in my life I hated that I couldn't just be like them to fit in. Then when I started to heal I realized what a true gift it was not to fit in. They are miserable inside just faking there joy while I am honest on the outside feeling real joy.
Exactly, mine is the same way,but God gives us the tools we need to reach Him,we just have to want it, sadly the majority don't,I'm proud to be in the minority and have life, instead of like most others and have death
Exactly! My faith in God has never been stronger. Now instead of dwelling on things I just look for the lessons God is showing me. I see that side of the family as who not to be. There was a time in my life I hated that I couldn't just be like them to fit in. Then when I started to heal I realized what a true gift it was not to fit in. They are miserable inside just faking there joy while I am honest on the outside feeling real joy.
Thank you for such a therapeutic conversation. Never stop spreading your light.
You either, talk to you anytime, pleasure meeting you.
Melissa Crown
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