When we are hurt by people we love, trust and respect, it takes time to get over the betrayal. We may even part ways with them, and as time goes on we gain perspective on why the situation happened in the first place.
We may even realize that we are better off without them in our lives. If they bring no substance to your being, why keep them in your space?
As we trudge through the journey they call “life”, we are continuously meeting people. Some make such an impact on us and they hang around longer than others. I’m reminded of one of my favourite sayings, “Some people enter your life for a season, a reason or a lifetime.” I count my blessings all the time for the special people in my life.
But what happens when these “people” we want to drop are people in your family? Just because they are family, do we have an obligation to just be nice to them?
Life is too short so forgive and forget
Life has no guarantee. We have no ‘sell by’ date stamped on us. We never know when our time is up, which is why we should live every day as if it were our last.
Even if they are family.
I have cried a river.
I have built the bridge (with help from loved ones)
And I have gotten over it.
Years have passed and if I look back over my shoulder now, the bridge is no longer there…because I have moved so far forward and I’m in a good place in my life at the moment. I look around me, and I am overwhelmed by the support system I have.
Opening the can of worms
I have forgiven, which is more than most people would do. But that’s where I draw the line. If God himself appeared before me today and asked me who I’d sacrifice my life for, without hesitation I will say my father, my mother and brother. And of course – a certain fairy Godmother who never fails to be at my side during the good times and bad. I’m surrounded by goodness and love. I am blessed.
I am not ashamed to tell people that I am terrified of ghosts and aliens. Sometimes I'm even afraid of clowns and the dark. And my family will vouch for me when I say I get the creeps even thinking of gecko's! I'm scared of death - and what really is on the "other side". We all have fears, but we somehow find the need to hide behind a tough exterior.
I can't stomach horror movies, and even though I'm a student of the TV medium (and I learned some of the special effects), I refuse to watch any scene that involves disfigured faces or listen to scary voices.
I can't even bare to look at pictures of ET (yes, the friendly alien). I have no need to look at photos of ET or even watch the movie. So, you will never find me "Google-ing" this creature.
I've used all this as a metaphor. What I'm trying to say is that I have already lived my own horror movie, but it's over - and I don't want to go back and buy the DVD. It's over...
I want to emphasize that this is my space where I can express any feeling I desire.