Sometimes my brain just can’t shut down. Drives me nuts!!! Lately I’ve been trying to figure out why so many people, including my family, have no love for me. It is baffling.
Now, I have to mention, I have reconciled all of these things. I have forgiven everyone and let it all go. This is just me trying to figure it out. I mean, am I such a terrible person? I don’t think so; but these things happened. So, why?
I was raised by two people who, despite me loving with all my heart, didn’t like me. My mother’s favorite thing to say to me, until I finally confronted her about it when I was 26 years old, was “I hate you. I wish you’d never been born.” She also used to sing a song about wanting to stick me in a garbage can, because I wasn’t worth a damn. She told me, for the last time, “I hate you. I wish you’d never been born,” to which I finally replied. “I know. I have known for the last 26 years. I wish you had had an abortion instead of having me. I can’t help it that I am here. I’m sorry you hate me.” She never said it again and continues, to this day, to make sure to tell me she loves me.
My father considers me a burden on his life. He once told a friend that I am a vengeful person, who plots out ways to hurt other people. He told me that I am a cold, cold woman; because I got upset that my ex was a cheating abuser. He stated that I am a liar, thought I live in honesty. He’s stated that I am the biggest problem in the family, whom no one likes. He’s stated that I cause trouble; because I love to do it. I am mean spirited and hateful. He has also stated that I got what I deserved when my ex beat me nearly to death. The person who he told this to lived with me for 9 years and never saw any of this in me. He even told my own son, while they were vacationing at my sister’s home, that I was a horrible person. Not to mention that my sister tagged on by saying it was my fault in 2010 that we left early, despite the fact that my father made the decision after she cursed out my mother.
I’ve had friends that have used me horribly and then went about speaking ill of me and I have no idea why. Baffles my mind. Yes, I am outspoken. Yes, I speak the truth even when it hurts. But that is no reason to be hateful to me. Sorry, I don’t sugar coat it.
I have given people the shirt off my back (so to speak) and still been bad mouthed. What I have figured out, though, is that I AM a good person. I am not what others think of me. I am who God says I am, not others. I have taken in strangers in order to help. I have forgiven people who have gone back and hurt me again, only for me to forgive again. I paid my friend’s rent for two months, took her in when evicted and still, she treated me like I was so much mud under her feet. I’ve given freely with my time, my money, my love, my possessions, only to have others treat me like crap!
I’ve come to the conclusion that the problem belongs to them, not me. I am not the problem, it is they who have a problem in which they need to address. It is their minds and mental defects that have given them the problem and I am just the one who has become their target. I pray for them. I don’t know what else to do; but that.
I have moved on from those who have hurt me terribly. I don’t owe them anything. I don’t let them have rent free space in my head anymore, except when I have sleepless nights of trying to figure out the whole human psyche. LOL! What makes them tick? I may never know. I am merely curious as to “why”.