Growing up, I fought with my brother, sister and parents ALL the fricking time. I came from a house of yellers and fighters. We all still love each other, we survived, but I do not choose to go back there at all. My husband came from a home where there may have been SOME fighting but not like the wars in my home. Needless to say, he is still a bit shell-shocked around my family.
But you know what, I think I will add this to 2014. Fight. I need to fight more. I need to find my voice. The voice that appears when I come out of my comfort zone. And I am not talking about fighting with my family. I am talking about fighting with those who make me upset. Those who treat me unfairly. Because when people treat me unfairly, or I watch them treat others unfairly and do not stick up for them, then I come home and and am unpleasant to those who give me undconditional love. And that's when THEY want to fight me.
Time's up.
Yes! Fighting can look many different ways and I think it's amazing you are looking for a way to fight to find your voice! Here from FMF! Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteI've never had a problem finding my voice. My parents like to tell everyone how they had to roll my bassinet into the hall on my first night home from the hospital. Even then, I demanded to be heard. I love that you are determined to break the cycle of yelling! Not easy. Thanks for visiting my blog.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful five minute write! Have a blessed weekend.
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