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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 718291" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>I am sorry for the hurt and confusion of it all. I have learned I have no control of what others do. Yes. It hurts like few other things do to be misunderstood, undermined and second-guessed when a beloved child is floundering or lost.</p><p></p><p>I repress the memories of how others gossiped about and judged me including my own family. My son would gossip to neighbors about how mean to him I was and one to my face told me i was a bad mother. And then others would jump in to be the good parent that he did not have, enable him and then dump him utterly and completely.</p><p></p><p>All of this killing me off slowly. I would rage inside but what it was was horror . A sense of betrayal. And agony. </p><p></p><p>Did any of it really matter in the end? Not really. My son has his own story to write. I see that not one bit of my agony or want changed one word of his story.</p><p></p><p>Had I been a more highly evolved person I would have ignored the circus and.loved my monkey. Just that. In the end what importance did the audience have except to throw peanuts at us.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 718291, member: 18958"] I am sorry for the hurt and confusion of it all. I have learned I have no control of what others do. Yes. It hurts like few other things do to be misunderstood, undermined and second-guessed when a beloved child is floundering or lost. I repress the memories of how others gossiped about and judged me including my own family. My son would gossip to neighbors about how mean to him I was and one to my face told me i was a bad mother. And then others would jump in to be the good parent that he did not have, enable him and then dump him utterly and completely. All of this killing me off slowly. I would rage inside but what it was was horror . A sense of betrayal. And agony. Did any of it really matter in the end? Not really. My son has his own story to write. I see that not one bit of my agony or want changed one word of his story. Had I been a more highly evolved person I would have ignored the circus and.loved my monkey. Just that. In the end what importance did the audience have except to throw peanuts at us. [/QUOTE]
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