Sitting here this morning with a visual of a scorecard and its shocking totals are prompting me to shut a door, close a window, and separate myself from those racking up the score.
It wouldn’t be so bad if the game was close to a tie but the numbers in the Perpetrator column are 100 and the Little Girls Zero.
This game started with my parents and continues on to the second generation, they have taken over the scorecard and adding their marks.
Each of us carries our own scorecard and then a collective one for those we travel with, and we write upon who we are by where our hash marks go.
Our actions are our hash marks, no words are needed, its an actions only game of life.
I had 40 years of filling the column up with support for the Perp and his wife, I worked, lifted, carried, toiled, struggled, adding to their columns.
They had my full undying support, my confidence, my faith, and what I called love back then…they had all of me, and I had zero.
Zero was all I felt and all I was worth.
My only worth came from filling up another’s column.
It was up to me to build them up, cheer them up, help them up, make them up, hold them up, Anything to keep them from falling down.
I was worth something If I could keep them from falling down. Like a juggler of bad behaviors, I kept trying harder the more they fell down.
Sadly all the beefing up of their columns couldn’t make them into what I needed them to be, and in the end they fell exactly as they were, nothing changed.
We just can’t know that we are not our brother’s keeper, we can’t make or break their lives by our actions, our actions and our scorecard is our life.
Each of us accumulates scores by what we do.
My actions have drastically changed, I no longer lift a finger to add anything or take away anything from another’s scorecard, I only make marks on my own.
Don’t worry folks, I know what you feel about me, I know the sharp edges of self righteous labels you are sticking on me, the tags of uncaring, cold, heartless, mental, unstable, distant, sickening, all the names float towards me when we communicate, I get it, I receive fully your intentions and your feelings, and this is why I am shutting the window, closing the door, for I am not willing to take it anymore.
You won, the game is over.
I quit.
You can’t keep racking up the scores against me If I am no longer in the game…
My wellness, healing, happiness, peace, love and joy falter as each time I feel these energies coming towards me, it is self-abuse to keep the window open.
I shut the window in self love.