Don’t you Know No Good?

Have you ever heard someone speak about a person you’ve known in such an unflattering way that you couldn’t believe this to be the same person you knew? “They’re no good.” “They’re a womanizer.” “They just ain’t ‘bout shit.”  How can a good person turn into such a person that someone else just wishes they would evaporate?

I’ve always had platonic, male friends.  Some people don’t think that’s possible, but it is.  When my male friends open up to me about their emotions, I often find hidden hurt.  Make that hidden and unhealed hurt.  Have you ever heard the phrase Hurt People Hurt People?  If not, it basically says that when people hurt someone else, it’s usually because they are hurt. Continue reading Don’t you Know No Good?

Forgiveness

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I probably shouldn’t be the one to write about this.  Honestly, I have a teensy, little problem in this area.  Ok, I have a big problem in this area. That’s more like the truth.  That’s what made me ask my internet buddies if they seek revenge or simply forgive when they are wronged.   Believe it or not, every last one said they forgive.  Somebody’s lying.

I don’t seek revenge, but boy do I have a hard time forgiving.  In hindsight, I think I actually do forgive.  I just don’t forget. EVER!  I’ve been small-time wronged and big-time wronged.  Regardless of the size, I WILL NOT FORGET.  I may still be cool with you, but believe me, every time I see you, I think of what you did.  I’ve had people who borrowed small items from me decades ago.  Yep, I’m still thinking about it.  Don’t laugh at me.  I’m human.  Continue reading Forgiveness

Hindsight

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How many of us experienced something and afterwards realized that there were signs right in front of us all along that we completely missed because we were too blind to see them? I remember working with a child who was being sexually assaulted by their parent. After the horrific acts came to light, the staff and I were sick re-living exchanges that were probably clues that we blatantly missed. If it had been another parent, those same clues may have stood out like a Black man at a Klan rally, but we were blinded by the perceptions we were led to believe. Continue reading Hindsight