So, why do some people feel that they don't have to respect me? They say they have nothing against me or my family, BUT, their actions speak SO much louder than their words. I show them the respect that they deserve, and treat them the way I
Really, am I such a bad, mean, terrible person? I think I am a nice, caring, and loving person, but, that is not only my opinion, but many dear friends who have let me cry on their shoulders. Would my dear sweet husband have chosen ME if I was mean, cold hearted, and a terrible person?
How many times, weeks, months, years, should I have to keep enduring this torture, this level of severe dislike, just to be accepted and loved? Frankly, I have given up on trying. I am me, and that is all that matters. I am tired of trying to be someone else, being beaten down, trying to be someone who will do anything to be accepted by them.
My dream, is to have two families come together in harmony on special occasions. Not, for me, but for my children. They are my life, my love. I am not sure if some can put aside their differences, their attitude towards others, so that way MY children can have memories of their whole extended family together on Christmas morning, family get togethers, etc.
From the beginning, I have been looking in from the outside and I SEE the things that my children, Nat, and I are missing out on. I see the relationships forming with extended family members, and long for that, but I know in my heart that THAT will never happen.