Diana-M
Beloved Grand Eagle
Today one of my sons wanted to come over with his wife to exchange gifts. They are going out of town to her side of the family for a few days at Christmas. In the past, I would have agonized over what to do, because I’m still getting over a cold and not feeling well. Knowing my son’s feelings (he takes everything so personally), I would try to accommodate. Instead— I knew exactly what I wanted and needed. I deferred to after they get back. They texted with a counter offer. They wanted to just drive by and leave gifts on the door. (No, thank you. Too weird and why can’t they wait!? It almost feels like manipulation.) I shut it down (with love and politeness—but firmly.)
I’m going to be honest— why am I always on trial? Why do I get so afraid to say no? Well— I think that’s starting to change. It doesn’t really matter if my decision is “right” or “wrong,” it matters if I’m true to myself.
(As time goes on, I can see how big of a deal boundaries are to my healing. )
I’m going to be honest— why am I always on trial? Why do I get so afraid to say no? Well— I think that’s starting to change. It doesn’t really matter if my decision is “right” or “wrong,” it matters if I’m true to myself.
(As time goes on, I can see how big of a deal boundaries are to my healing. )
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