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One Lesson I Learned the Hard Way
I'm not one of the smart ones who learns from the mistakes of others. No, no, I'm ridiculously hard-headed, I require my lessons to come at high costs. Now, this does mean I really learn those lessons, they stick like glue, but, boy, it'd be nice if I didn't have to get hit upside the head quite so hard in order to gain clarity.
One lesson that took me a particularly long time to learn over the course of a particularly arduous internal battle was that I cannot trust my mother. I don't write that lightly. Just the mere act of stating what I stated is enough to cause Familial War XXIV. However, I made a agreement with myself to always be honest on this blog (and in my life), so here we are.
There is no real need to go into the specifics of why I learned this lesson or all the myriad and multitudinous incidents that went into learning it. Suffice it to say, my mother has spent a lot of time over the years touting the importance of honesty, trustworthiness, and integrity, but has spent the same amount of time showing she has none of it. It's as vital to learn who you cannot trust as it is to learn who you can. It only took me 32 years to finally, finally catch on.
In the years since learning my lesson, things have become much simpler for me in my dealings with my mother. I know my boundaries, I clearly lay out my boundaries, I stick to my boundaries. As even the word "boundary" is met with near violent derision by her, my simpler life has made her life as my mother more difficult. I can no longer be gaslighted, I am no longer intimidated, I no longer let my guard down with her. When those are your basic interpersonal tools and your tools no longer work, life gets difficult. Part of learning this lesson has been becoming comfortable with the fact that I am not responsible for those difficulties. I am responsible for me and my son solely. Simple.
I wish I had learned this lesson far earlier in my life. I could've avoided so much pain and heartache. However, I am the sum of my experiences and I like who I am now and who I am becoming. I learned the lesson, however long and hard it was coming, and for that I am grateful and satisfied. Perhaps it was the long and hard that made the lesson so worthwhile.