Christ_empowered
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I didn't before. Starting as a teenager. They both drink heavily. My mom has a problem with alcohol. It intensified as I got older and their marital problems also become more obvious. I held on to a deep, seething resentment towards them, especially my mother. It was just...hard. I used to be queer. I'm now celibate, because of Jesus. Anyway, I was too feminine as a kid, and my dad didn't know what to do, so was just distant, and my mom would either coddle me or try to "toughen me up" by saying cruel, harsh things, especially when drunk. Kids at school, especially HS, were cruel. I wanted to be cool. The kids in my Honors and Gifted+Talented class were from "good families," while my family was just barely in the "respectable" range, so I didn't have anybody to hang out with from an early age (maybe its southern thing...social class is a huge issue. Everybody has to "know their place").
So...yeah...I held on to anger, especially towards my mother. The year I graduated HS, I got an award for a little project in an extra class (started early in the AM, before the other classes). My parents took me there, and my mom was obviously wasted. She reeked of booze so much that a lady in front of us turned around and glared at her. Stuff like that stuck with me.
Predictably, I ended up going to shrinks. They labaled me a whiny ingrate and set out to destroy me. My parents were, in fact, the only people around who loved me and cared for me, and I was foolish enough to hold onto contempt towards them.
Now...now, I can forgive, and I've been forgiven. Or maybe I can forgive because I've been forgiven, both by God and by my parents. Its a good thing, forgiveness. And love, too. Love is key.
So...yeah...that's my praise report.
So...yeah...I held on to anger, especially towards my mother. The year I graduated HS, I got an award for a little project in an extra class (started early in the AM, before the other classes). My parents took me there, and my mom was obviously wasted. She reeked of booze so much that a lady in front of us turned around and glared at her. Stuff like that stuck with me.
Predictably, I ended up going to shrinks. They labaled me a whiny ingrate and set out to destroy me. My parents were, in fact, the only people around who loved me and cared for me, and I was foolish enough to hold onto contempt towards them.
Now...now, I can forgive, and I've been forgiven. Or maybe I can forgive because I've been forgiven, both by God and by my parents. Its a good thing, forgiveness. And love, too. Love is key.
So...yeah...that's my praise report.