I want to share this story. I don’t know who wrote it, but it is amazingly true. And I thank @addictivedau for sharing. Life is about living and learning and loving yourself just the way you are. And removing the negative. Reminds me of the saying in the movie Tin Cup… perfection is unattainable . Well said.
Push the button. Best button I ever pushed. I found myself again.
Done most but go to bed early is a challenge because I want to be awake for every moment I can but getting there. Be fierce … working on that. Feel it but kindness outweighs being fierce at often times… things that challenge you.. do that every day but there is one more I have to do for me. Other than that all other lessons have been completed. Particularly clutter. Went from 2400 Sq ft home and huge basement and garage to 400 Sq feet. Pretty awesome and freeing. 🤗🤗🤗 oh and I also unfriended people in my life that have been negative and toxic in person. That too is even more freeing than social media. 🤗🤗🤗🤗😆😆😆
Nice!! This was one of the messages I got on my site. Well, Mr. Tom Jones, having quit bulimia, I think I am showing signs of actually not going that way. I don’t know who you are, and really maybe care because if you are sending out messages like this, it may well be that you are having issues yourself.
I will say, I was walking my dogs, after feeding my cats and hugging them, and learning about my new friend, a Betta fish that my daughter left with me with, which I took with love and happiness to learn more about, when I was thinking about this incredibly sad message you sent me.
Now, there is something not so sad, is that I have your IP address and I have a background in PI work so I have connections to find you to find out if you are actually the one that has suicidal tendencies.
I don’t take this kind of message lightly by the way. I don’t find this funny.. I don’t even find it offensive, I find it scary that a person would write this on a post of someone who is writing about recovery. I would worry more about you than me.
16 years ago or so my sister had an affair with my husband. True fact. My parents, as I would expect them to, forgave her. So did I but I choose not to be around that freak of nature that also destroyed, in my watch, three other marriages and has been constantly unfaithful to her husband. This my parents don’t know.
It behooves me how my mother is always telling me how wonderful she is. I don’t want to hear about her. I want to close that chapter of my book. She and my now ex-husband, destroyed two families and yet it appears to me my mother is completely either in denial or does this to hurt me.
How do you tell a mother to shut the funk up and that you don’t want to hear about the devil in Prada ??
My parents are in their 80’s. Dad just had a major stroke. I can’t upset my mother by telling her how I feel, because likely she will tell dad and dad is just not in that zone. He just wants to focus on getting better.
That Devil also took away the dog I loved that Dad said he would care for when I lost everything and didn’t have a place to keep him. My Yeller. Now her husband.. yes he stayed with her through this because he is madly in love with her… smiled and said he turned my dog into a needy one that won’t leave him alone.
Oh my… no wonder they are together. But better yet, he tells me he sleeps with the dog without my sister.
Twisted.
I don’t know how to cut this tie. If I refuse to show up to all the family events, my parents get upset. But if I do show up I feel ill. I don’t hate my sister. That is too much of an emotion. I just don’t want to be around someone who is toxic and has caused my children to bring up the pain of a marriage that died over a sister and father who had no desire to understand the final consequences of their actions.
I understand my parents still loving her. She is their daughter. But I don’t feel it is fair that I am expected to love her and hang around with her. And I don’t think it’s fair that I can no longer be honest about my true feelings… that I so prefer to keep her away from me. I want those who I trust and love and do same back around me. I spent years as a bulimic eating the mean ones up and throwing them up. Bullies, mean people, controlling people.
Proud to say that I am not doing that… but yet… there are other things that may bring me to wonder… why… I do what I do.
BullimiAddict 