Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here.
If you read this post, you may get triggered. I will accept comments, but I will also respond to them in kind, so be kind.
Lets get started.
When you are born, you have a mother, a father (or donor) and all kinds of relatives. Some of them are neat and some of them not so much.
I have a relative that put me in a few tough spots that were unnecessary and in part, quite violating when I look back.
When I was a teenager, I thought of ways to get him back and hoped he would come to Colorado for a visit so I could repay him.
Vengeance was unnecessary. I haven’t seen him since I was a smaller child and life has treated him in such a manner that I feel bad for him.
That isn’t always the case. Some folks are so despicable that I wouldn’t waste new rope on their neck and yet, everything in life seems pristine and all laid out for them.
God will sort it all out. Have faith in that. Paybacks belong to God.
For those of you that have had abuse, forgive and move on.
“Move on” can include involving a legal system. You don’t have to be a victim.
I have moved on from a good number of toxic relationships, some of them connected by genetics, but they are no longer family to me. I cut them off and have never been happier.
One of my good friends (we will call him Dustin) growing up was in the foster system and adopted by some folks that weren’t the best, but magnitudes better that the home he was taken from.
Another second family took him in and he did well considering the limited tools provided in upbringing.
He married and has amazing children that have a lot less baggage that he did growing up.
Dustin fumbled a little in something inherently important to him; his genetic family. He wanted to be in touch with them again.
The experience set him back in development and he dabbled in alcohol, recreational drugs, and gambling. This, and other abuses were something his family had gotten into pretty deeply, a reason for permanent removal from his biological family.
Dustin lost his marriage but rebounded fairly well over the process of time. His children don’t seem too impacted and they are magnitudes better than him at a similar age bracket.
I suppose all is well that ends well, but a few sour notes and another broken home could have been avoided.
With all this said, I can be black and white as Emerson Berengar and have opted to choose my family.
Some folks say you are stuck with the family you have, and genetically, they are correct.
I adopt folks.
Ashley T. For example is not biologically related at all. She is my little sister and she has all the rights and privileges as one. A notable sister she has become.
All through December, Ashley has been there for my Beloved to include 12 hour days as a visitor in the hospital. She has lavished my children with an inordinate amount of resources in love, time and cash.
Ashley T is as sister as they come and I love her with all my heart.
Life didn’t start easy for Ashley as evidenced by her new blog. I think she knows a little more about this topic than me.
Check it out and subscribe. She is a beautiful soul!
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