Excluded. Ostracized. Victimized. Penalized. These words mostly describe a criminal that’s been apprehended and serving a bid. But, in this case I’m talking about myself, a free woman. I’ve been pegged the enemy, someone that causes division and discord. That couldn’t be farther from the truth.
I had high hopes for me and my husband. Hopes that his family would become extensions of me. That I’d be embraced with open hearts and minds. The reality is my presence is a threat, a force to be reckoned with, and a reminder that life can and will be good if you so choose. I’m hated and mistreated for no good reason.
Naturally, this has caused dissension in my marriage. The more I attempt to create boundaries the more resistance. Now, I’ve made my self inaccessible (Apple gifted iPhone users with call block), anesthetized, and borderline bitter.
In this place of despondence I met loneliness- a friend of mine for many years. We discuss my inability to be understood, and my true intentions seen. What a mess!