When my son would gossip about me to the neighbors, I felt the hurt and rage of that child who had been blamed, taunted, ridiculed, beaten, that had been suppressed.
From that horrible child place, once or twice, ugly, ugly things, I said, because I did not protect myself from my son.
And my son will occasionally remind me that I said ugly things.
And the spiral continues until it stops.
Love needs to protected not degraded.
