Having just cut ties, for the second time, with my family, I can relate to a lot of the content here.
I had done it once before, expecting them to run after me, acknowledging their heinous treatment of me, begging for my forgiveness. But they never did. And in their absence, that quiet space, I became very scared. I ended up running back to them, and apologizing to them for holding them accountable in the first instance. I’m scared of hitting that low this time around. I hope I don’t. I already miss them, but I realize that they’ll never change. They’ll never understand what, how and why their actions and inactions tear me apart. And as much as I miss them, I can’t put myself in the line of fire anymore. Every time I do, I fall into that old pattern being a doormat just for attention, or acceptance or love.
But this time round, I have someone who loves me unconditionally. This time round, I know the difference. Hopefully one day I can step back in and embrace them without compromising my self-esteem but I am not able to do that just now. I realize I need to step back, and work on myself first.