Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited

I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse. As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven. I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child. I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power.. I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination.. Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative". It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..

Trust me

Trust is blind,

but when it sees, it gains sharp vision—

it neither forgives mistakes nor accepts excuses.

The loss of trust is worse than the loss of people…

It is not the betrayal that hurts,

but the feeling of foolishness that follows.

It is not disappointment that makes you cry,

but the blind trust you placed in the one who caused it.

A kind person is not foolish,

but a fool never understands the value of kindness. 🤍

Balance

My husband left his shoes in the middle of the living room floor.

I saw them last night—they are hard to miss. He’s a tall guy and he wears big shoes.

So, instead of tripping over them, I picked them up and placed them into our closet.

I didn’t grumble.

I didn’t get mad.

I didn’t even say a word.

I know you might be thinking…

“Really, Leslie? He’s a 70-year-old man, he can pick up his own dang shoes.”

And you’re right. He can.

But I’m a 64-year-old woman and I can clean the trash out of my car, do laundry, cook, but sometimes—I don’t do it.

But my husband does.

In fact, there’s a lot of things I don’t do that he does.

And there’s a lot of things I do, that he doesn’t.

We’ve learned after nearly 40 years of marriage, there’s just no reason to keep score.

We let go of the little things and work together on the big ones. We’re just two imperfect humans who love each other a lot and decided many years ago to be on the same team.

And to pick up the slack (and the shoes) when necessary.

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