My mother surely knows how to trigger me. I went out to my dad's for the last time to get the res...
You know, I think I know how you feel. Even though I've taken on the role of family scapegoat since separating from everyone's toxicity 25 years ago, i'm largely OK with it.
I don't think people in general like to be misunderstood, including myself. There is a part of me that will probably always want to figuratively take them by the shoulders, look them in the eye and say "how can you not see who I am and how wonderful I am?"
But, alas, only you will hear those words, and I appreciate it more than words can say.
The best thing I've done to make myself feel better about it – and it really works – is to remember that, now that we are all adults, they are just other people to me.
Somehow, that thought just overrides the frustration that comes from a lifetime of being both abused and, what is infinitely worse sometimes, misunderstood.
The compassionate side of me wishes things with them could have ended the way I'd hoped they'd have always been: kind, loving and peaceful.
But the realist in me now can't help but wonder how on earth did I think it possibly could end, given all the toxicity we shared?
So congratulations to you for making your world a better place by setting those precious boundaries.
Though in time, you may decide to let someone back in for whatever reason, that's always okay, too; they're other people now, and they can't hurt you again, though they'll certainly try-old habits die hard.
But the story is yours, and you get to be the one who decides how it goes and who gets a part in it!
Congrats again on making that tough step forward; it'll empower you to make many more. (-;