I'm not going to mention a name tonight in my journal, but just have to write.
I have a wonderful friend who's going through a hard time right now with her parents. She's a grown woman, has children, and a husband, yet her parents still think they can tell her how to live.
Last yr I had a huge blow up with my parents and didn't talk to them for 6 months. Even though things are now, ok, they will never be the same. I love my parents, but I just could never trust them the way I did before that happened. This all happened right after Chad went to Iraq, so pretty well the worst time possible.
As I talked to my friend today and she shared the conversation my heart ached as the words her parents were telling her, were words mine said to me. I don't think it matters how old we are, whether it's 1, 21, 41, or 61 we want and need to know our parents love us and want us in their lives and not just our children who made or helped make them grandparents. To feel like your parents don't love you, is awful and crushes your heart unlike anything.
For me, at the time, as hard as it all was, it was a relief to not have the constant heartache and break on a daily, weekly, monthly basis. I know nothing I can do can ease my friends heart right now. I know the best thing I can do is be there for her, love her, and pray for her.
I know there are some people who are so over whelmingly blessed to have a good and even great relationship with their mom/parents. I wish so much we all could have good relationships, but it just doesn't happen that way everytime.
To my friend, I love you. You're a gentle, kind, loving, and GOD FEARING woman. I'm honored to be your friend.