Oh yes. My father was a “master of mendacity” and one day, I made the decision that “until he learned to treat people with kindness” I would not be in his life. It cost me his love, a relationship with both of my parents and all my siblings. It cost me my sense of footing. And yet, my soul was left in tact amidst the ashes of “me”.
Oh yes. My father was a “master of mendacity” and one day, I made the decision that “until he learned to treat people with kindness” I would not be in his life. It cost me his love, a relationship with both of my parents and all my siblings. It cost me my sense of footing. And yet, my soul was left in tact amidst the ashes of “me”.
Ellen… this is the part people don’t talk about.
Walking away can cost you everything... family, history, your sense of footing.
But the way you said it…
“my soul was left intact…”
That tells me you protected what mattered most.
I see you.
Yes, these moments take great courage but having one’s soul intact is far more important.
You’re right, Ellen.