I am in a program of recovery for those whose lives have been affected by someone else's drinking, drug use, mental illness. I am newly learning faith, hope, and courage, practices not witnessed by me, in my childhood, with my family. Sadly, No Contact, as a last resort, is how I keep safe from diminishing words and actions directed at me. I think I have listened for the last time to how I deserve mistreatment. By holding out for something more wholesome and loving, I have been both banished and demanded to return. I prefer serenity to proximity. I will continue with my program and faith in the best possible outcome, so long as I do my part-- to stalk GOD as if my life depends on it.
When you grow up with Bat Shit crazy parents and family dynamics it’s very easy to confuse “love” with “pity.” To rescue the very people who are actively pulling you under with your kind cooperation while protesting the purity of their “intentions.”
Right up to the very second they swim away with their own life preserver-and your’s too.