I guess I mostly fit the scapegoat, You can’t hurt me.
Funny the things we believe.
All of us come from families that aren’t perfect.
Remember, our parents were raised by imperfect people as well.
The fact that we come into this world in the less than ideal surroundings is something we just have to live with.
That is where I like to focus my energies. Living with the life I have, not the one I might have dreamed of.
The things that happened to me, I can’t do anything to change any of them. But I don’t have to relive each and every injury I ever suffered if I can remember that my parents, the clowns I went to school with, my brother and sisters are just like me. Not perfect people.
It’s good to understand the things that make up our childhood, but I need to take responsibility for my part in that outcome. I played a very big part in it all.
And I need to forgive the wrongs done me to the best of my ability, or it poisons my life.
To do less is to squander way too many hours in resentments.
Resentments… Taking poison and hoping the other guy dies, it’s just nuts.

On the road to the good stuff,
Richard S.

p.s.
Bama, I don’t know what’s up with that link I sent you, went there myself and they want money from me to keep posting. Maybe a change of management, don’t know, at any rate, stay strong.