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  • Do we do it because we want to, or because we have to?

    For many decades I did what I had to do, and usually enjoyed it enough to make me want to keep doing it. But doing some things were hurting my soul and so I quit. I resigned. I divorced myself.

    That's what I did with my husband's family. The pain became too much. The dysfunction too immense. His parents were both children whose fathers had abandoned them. One grew up very spoiled and wanting all of the attention, the other grew up needing to love and care for someone. They were good for one another but not for the rest of the world. Their attention to one another and self left nothing for anyone else. However, their sons kept trying to be the favorite and didn't see their parents' failings. I came along, finally saw that the relationships would never change. I would be the one to change. I would be the one to walk away.

    Just like that picture up there, some doors are blocked, though, and it really does you no good to keep trying to get in that way. Walk away.
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