Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Oh my, yesterday I was like a 7 year old at the dentist, well on the inside. An hour and a half with my mouth open but I lived through it. Whew. Both my daughters text me last night with "I'm proud of you" because they know how afraid I am of the dentist. Of course as it turns out, I have every right to be afraid because it was awful.
Huge amounts of drama going on with my children and the Dads side of the family. I am so grateful that he left me for another woman 25 years ago. He is on his 7th marriage, I was number 4.
I am working closely with one of my sponsees to ensure she keeps her side of the street clean with some family drama she is experiencing also, but she's too far into righteous indignation to hear me at the moment. I'm familiar with righteous indignation and I know how hard it is to hear anything other than how very right you are and how very entitled you are to your anger.
Letting people be where they are is so much more difficult than just popping them upside the head and saying "wake up fool!"