“You hate your brother,” my husband said. He caught me by surprise since we hadn’t been talking about my older half-brother, Richard. “Did I ever say that?” “No.” “Then why do you think so?” “Because he hurt you.” “I don’t hate him.” “You don’t?” “I used to, but hate is too big a burden to carry.”
I understand the intention behind Catherine's comments. A little girl bruised with said bruises being ignored in lieu of giving a son a car is a big blind spot somewhere ... and that can't be fingers stuck in ears la-la-la'd away. But the best piece about this piece is that you chose to not dip into the hate and pain and, instead, saw a new way forward. We all are just doing the best we can do. It's hard to judge others when we all have our foibles. But I also care and love that little girl in you that was in pain. I see her. I know her. She's turned out well when many do not.
Another thought provoking piece. Thank you, Ginni. After years of resenting my father for abandoning us, his first family, in favor of his new and improved family, I finally realized that he is just a man, trying to do the best he can. Although I may not agree with his choices, I can appreciate that he did what he thought best.
We can’t control other people, only our own responses in this present moment.
You poor woman, to have that happen to you. My first thought is that with visible bruises, you should have gone to the police! You should have taken photos of your injuries. You should have packed up and moved out of your mother's home even if you had no place to go! Thankfully nowadays, we have shelters for abused women and children!
I will tell you my story later (just got up) but it doesn't involve physical trauma. And you are so smart to realize that hatred harms the person who hates more that the despised antagonist.
Please continue to heal, as wounds like these can sap you of strength even after the passage of time.
I understand the intention behind Catherine's comments. A little girl bruised with said bruises being ignored in lieu of giving a son a car is a big blind spot somewhere ... and that can't be fingers stuck in ears la-la-la'd away. But the best piece about this piece is that you chose to not dip into the hate and pain and, instead, saw a new way forward. We all are just doing the best we can do. It's hard to judge others when we all have our foibles. But I also care and love that little girl in you that was in pain. I see her. I know her. She's turned out well when many do not.
Another thought provoking piece. Thank you, Ginni. After years of resenting my father for abandoning us, his first family, in favor of his new and improved family, I finally realized that he is just a man, trying to do the best he can. Although I may not agree with his choices, I can appreciate that he did what he thought best.
We can’t control other people, only our own responses in this present moment.
You poor woman, to have that happen to you. My first thought is that with visible bruises, you should have gone to the police! You should have taken photos of your injuries. You should have packed up and moved out of your mother's home even if you had no place to go! Thankfully nowadays, we have shelters for abused women and children!
I will tell you my story later (just got up) but it doesn't involve physical trauma. And you are so smart to realize that hatred harms the person who hates more that the despised antagonist.
Please continue to heal, as wounds like these can sap you of strength even after the passage of time.
Here's a "virtual" HUG! Catherine