Family is everything to me, but I don’t do well when there are conflicts or disagreements. In many ways, I keep a lot inside to avoid chaos or arguments, although I have gotten pretty vocal in my older years.
I guess I learned this early on, coming from a household that was constantly in turmoil. My parents were not the best examples, for lack of a better word. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents dearly, my father died in 1992, and my mom lives with me; she is 89 years young. They did the best with what they had. I promised myself I would not allow that type of environment I grew up in to be in mine. I was determined to break the cycle of dysfunction.
This brings me to today, and it is funny that an argument with a loved one can take you back to years ago growing up. I was not too fond of this feeling, and I lashed out in anger. I am not proud of it. It just goes to show that I am a work in progress. When you think you have moved forward and have it under control, it regurgitates whenever you least expect it, such as a mindless argument.
I worked hard to achieve a peaceful home environment, but a silly argument over something not worth arguing about can take you back to a dark place. I had it in my heart to share this due to not being the only one who experienced these things. I would love to hear your thoughts.
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