Someone from my church took the time out of her busy schedule to sit and talk with me. She sat and listened to me without judgment, etc. I got more out of our talk, than I ever have being in therapy. That talk, caused me to really dig deep within myself, my family and my faith.
My mother was someone that would give you the shirt off her back. She was the most loving, caring person I have ever known. Of course I’m a bit biased because she was my mother but it’s also who she genuinely was.
But she was also someone that didnt have boundaries in place. I know she wanted to become a nurse but “couldnt”. Whatever my father said, is how it was. The only time I ever saw her stand up to him was when she would drink; which only caused my father to beat her more. All in all, my mother didnt have a life of her own outside of my father.
Through my talk with my “sister” from church, I’ve come to understand how I’ve inherited so many of the negative traits from my mother, which I’m sure was passed down.
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