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Some of the most intense disagreements we find ourselves embroiled in are from being mistaken.  Misguided emotional responses to various situations can perpetuate never-ending bad feelings with others. Especially where family is concerned.

I write a great deal about how life is just too damn short to get caught in such turmoil.  Most of us feel that way, I’m guessing.  People back into their respective corners and dig their heels in to prove a point or respond to some issue that challenges them.   No room is left for forgetting…or forgiving.

These sensitive issues hit home when the holidays come around each year; a time for everyone to share joyful times and laugh at old memories while making new ones.   Sadly, many are only able to recall what once was, before disagreements became the ruling factor in precious relationships.

Again, in too many families, this scenario takes place much too often.  Comments that should never have been made or actions that were inappropriate.  Years pass by and, what was based on some errant point of view, grows into a hardened mass of separation and indifference, all because people were unable to meet in the middle and admit they were…mistaken.

 

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From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop….Write a blog post inspired by the word: mistaken. 

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Beyond repair…

Just what is it that makes families become all twisted and slowly disintegrate into warring factions?  What causes  severe breakdowns that leave permanent scars in familial relationships?  How many people deal with such issues?


So many questions, so few answers.

I grew up in a fractured home, extended family was just on my mother’s side and there was rarely a time when everyone came together as a cohesive unit.  Trust me, we coined the word… Dysfunction.  Arguments were constant between aunts and uncles, most based on foolish disagreements.  Holidays were never a shared experience for someone was always not speaking to one or more family members.  Prideful, judgmental and hurtful… the prevailing attitude as seen through the eyes of a child. 

My eyes.

An only child, I longed for happy gatherings and the wonderful memories that would be left behind.  I always promised myself that, someday, when I married, my life would run in that wonderful direction of togetherness.   How I imagined scenes of family seated around the table, eating and laughing at Thanksgiving, our doorbell ringing on Christmas Day with cousins running up the stairs to our tree and their gifts hiding underneath the drooping branches.

For a while, that dream almost came true when I married.  My new family was large with several sisters, one brother, and their children on my mother-in-laws side.  The running joke was that when they all got together, they didn’t need anyone else.  Maybe not but I so wanted to become part of them, to simply belong somewhere at last.

A year after our marriage, my husband’s only brother wed and the family drama began to unfold in the years that followed.   Sadly, in-laws soon became out-laws as a slew of vindictive dynamics took control.  I quickly came to witness, and be part of,  the painful, destructive behaviors that cause families to break apart.  My mother-in-law was a wonderful, generous, woman with one tiny flaw.  She played favorites behind the scenes which fostered jealousy and resentment between the adults and ultimately her grandchildren.  That small personality quirk would have tremendous repercussions that have affected our family to this very day.

So, what’s really behind this post, you might be wondering?

Well, yesterday, a friend on Facebook posted this comment for a few opinions…“Some things are better left unsaid, if I don’t talk to you it’s not because I don’t like you, it’s because I would rather not say something that I may regret!”

It made me feel tremendous guilt and it made me think…

… about the past sixteen years where my husband, his brother and seven cousins have become relative strangers.

… about my sister-in-law,  how she played an equal part in the separation of our two families, how she continues to hide behind her own guilt, how she has brainwashed programmed her children into following her misguided views on family life.

… back to a letter I wrote her a few years ago, asking to meet in the middle, to settle many foolish differences and leave more positive relationships for our children in the future

… how that olive branch I extended was met with disdain and ultimate refusal. 

It made me angry.

Now, I wonder if it is indeed time for a showdown.  Hell, I may even go down in flames, who knows but, nothing ventured, nothing gained.  Right?  Life is speeding by and it’s time to force years of ridiculous disagreements to a head, once and for all even though the damage may be so deep that it is far beyond repair.

I mean, can things possibly get any worse?


At least I can admit my guilt and…in the end, regret will fall where it truly belongs.

 

What do you think?



 

 

 


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