I saw this horror movie where a daughter is taking care of her mother with dementia. It made me think of my own situation. What would I do if I were an only child? Would I be doing anything differently? I wouldn’t. I never said that I hated her. I stopped caring about her and the things she does, but I still love her. I just realized that as a matter of self-preservation, I can’t let her be too close. If I keep her at a place of being detached with love, then it doesn’t allow her the opportunity to hurt me anymore.
I also have had to deal with someone else in my life. Totally different scenario. With this person, I can’t control or change his behavior. I have to admit that his behavior makes me angry sometimes. However, at the heart of things, I find that I just can’t stay angry. Every time, I just find my anger dissipates like the air slowly seeping from a small hole in a punctured balloon. I guess the problem is that when I have enough time to think about it, I know what I can control and what I can’t. There’s no use in getting angry or upset about what I can’t control.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
