THE MOTHERS DAY SHAFT..

so mothers day started off interesting to say the least..it all went down with a phone call from my teenage daughter not really wishing me a happy mothers day BUT instead asking me if at around 430 (we were picking them up at 130 from her dads) she could go with her father instead to his mothers day family BBQ..how ya like them apples..

my immediate response of rightful disappointment to her question was retaliated with the quickness of dismissing me defensively..then on top of it all, she began telling me I was overreacting to her shafting me on mothers day, can you imagine..hmmmm i wonder which of the passive aggressive narcissists she learned this from emulating their persona of dictatorship and control down right channeling dr. jeckle, mr. hyde..

seriously I just cant make this shit up..honestly when she left my parenting week on thurs we were better than great and really in a true space of love and respect..she had just poured out to me not even a week before laying on me as we sat together on the couch in painful tears mind you with heart felt sorrow how sorry she was for always treating me like shit owning her behavior..

what really took the cake for me that morning is that her father had the WHOLE entire morning/ lunch of the day to do something themselves if it was that important for her to see his mother..some how some one felt it was more important to encourage her in truth to not be with me her mother on mothers day (shame on them all)..so instead of accepting the 3 hour consolation prize my darling daughter was trying to impose and pass off onto me,  I told her flat out, id pass and I accepted THE MOTHERS DAY SHAFT..

unfortunately im so accustomed to this style of behavior that thankfully I have managed to learn quickly the flexibility of bouncing back while not allowing it to ruin my day like it did in the past.. I pulled up my big mama girl pants deciding for myself to continue to let this day be graciously great while relishing in the love of my older daughter and husband..

i gave myself permission to step out of this hideous purposeful ick that wasn’t mine to carry, and ventured out instead with a smile in the company of people who wanted to be with me..we went to my most favorite place, Plymouth, and stepped out of the box and ate thai food, drank starbucks, and got me some new crystals that I wanted from a shop we always visit..i couldn’t have asked for a better day ❤ THANK YOU ERAN AND SHEZAF..

sometimes people look to try and destroy you slowly inconspicuously, little by little, hoping and praying for your destruction..they send in their soldiers in hopes of doing the dirty work for them so their own hands stay clean from the filth appearing neat and tidy..its flattery actually, to know my presence alone is that threatening that one would have to use a child as the pawn in their game..check mate..

even in the act of unkindness I send this child of my who I believe to be beautiful regardless of her behavior at times my unwavering love and light in hopes one day she will see her true nature in the image behind the smoke and mirrors..i wish and hope for her the ability to rise above this and one day be able to really see clearly her landscape from a higher perspective and place of enlightenment..

sometimes you just have to hang in there knowing your ultimate purpose is bigger than the situation at hand..its not ever an option for me to give up on my children regardless of all the outside disruptions and disturbances..eventually like always the truth prevails and I will be there like always to wipe and hug her tears away, dust her off again and send her happily along her way.. peace love faith hope ❤

 

 

 

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