Trials of Life

blame gameI guess there is a time in everyone’s life where a cull becomes necessary. Too many people, in your world, taking walks in the ditch or sewer side of life and trying to drag you down into it. It can become too easy to get caught up in the drama and see it impact your own life. It is especially hard when you are young and have not gained the life experience that is needed to recognize the events and take action before it is too late. Oh hell, even when you do have the life experience, you may still get caught up in it because you don’t want to believe what is happening. Cryptic? Nah. If you don’t get what I’m saying, sad to say, you will – one day.

Regardless of what you have heard, what you have been told, the majority of people are not “good” or “nice”. If they are? It is simply to serve their own needs, their own ends.

The adage that I believe most of us have grown up hearing is “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” is actually a great big pile of shit. Words do hurt. In fact, words can hurt more than a right hook to the jaw. A bruise to the body heals, a bruise to the heart is not as likely to heal and always leaves a scar.

My life’s companion and I have had to make some pretty hard choices over the past few days but we have been left with no alternative. The poison from without is seeping into our lives and we just don’t have the time, nor do we have the will, to continue mopping it up. And so, we have decided to take our own road, we feel it to be the higher road, and wave “a bientôt” to others or “adieu” as the case may be.

To all new or younger parents out there: you must always let them make their own decisions, whether right or wrong as you know the terms to be. You raise your kids to learn values, morals and ethics; if they choose to follow them, that’s on them. If they choose a different route, again, that is on them. Not on you. Once they become adults, their choices are their own to make. Oh, they may try to blame you when those choices produce less than desirable results but that truly has been their decision to make, not yours. Adults are adults, whether of your blood or not. As adults, we are all responsible for our own actions and the consequences, for good or for ill. There will come a time when you may need to close the door, quietly, and move on with your own life.

We taught right from wrong. And the choices made are not of our doing. Love isn’t an issue, with any parent. You can love your kids but you can also not like them as human beings. The two emotions do not always go hand in hand. A very difficult lesson for any parent to learn but there you have it. You can love them but you don’t have to like them.

Everyone has their line in the sand. Granted, we have allowed that line to be crossed, many times but there are others being hurt here and this line is the final one. There is no discussion. We will go on, we will work, love, play and pay our bills. Others are invited to do the same. No harm, no foul. Off you go – have a good one. A bientôt or good-bye, as your choice may be.

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4 responses to “Trials of Life

  1. Sherry

    Wow yeah hard choices but yeah I get it. Sometime one has to close the door when the relationship is poison. Sorry that you are having to go through this.

  2. Words bring the greatest of harm. All physical injury will be overcome in time. Words, rent space in your head forever.

    • So very true…. those words become squatters in your head & make healing a greater challenge.

      Had a few culls in my life to weed out those sorts, life was much calmer with them gone!

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