Good Mornjng all.
You are so right Whiff, we become what we are meant to be. We are what life makes us. As Nietzsche said "what does not kill us, makes us stronger".
Being a carer for my paraplegic husband, dealing with all the beaurocracy, having to beg and grovel for help certainly helped me grow a backbone. I am unrecognisable from the ditsy air head I used to be. ??
I often liken myself to steel that had been forged and hardened by fire. My husbands illness and death are what made me stronger. It was definitely a baptism of fire. It was the worst time of my life and nothing will ever top that, not even estrangement from my son. By comparison it would be a walk in the park.
An old boss of mine once taught me a game he called "Worst Case Scenario". It's a way of mentally preparing oneself for something unpleasant or difficult.
What would you do in a given situation, would you survive it, how would you survive it, what is your strategy for dealing with it and, finally, how likely is that situation to arise.
Most of the time things rarely turn out to be as bad we anticipate. We often fret and worry over something which never even happens.
Speaking of potential tricky situations - my son has contacted me and requested that he bring the children to visit this weekend. I have consented to Sunday. He would probably have preferred tomorrow but I have made other plans. In the past I would have changed my plans to accommodate him. Not any more, new boundaries will be in place from now on.
When I was flexible, obliging and easy going DIL walked all over me and treated me with contempt. She has made the classic mistake of taking my easy going nature as a sign of weakness. My fault - I let her get away with it but the worm has now turned. ?. She will have to learn I'm not to be trifled with, that my easy going affable sunny nature now hides an inner core of steel.
I am of course a little apprehensive about how the visit will go......I am sure there will be an undercurrent. I will try to keep it light but I do want to try and have "a talk" with my son. Although I think that might be difficult with the children around and, knowing my son, he would probably rather stick pins in his eyes than engage in any kind of discussion regarding feelings or emotions.
He's always bottled things up. That's part of his problem and why he is so vulnerable to narcissistic abuse. He should have confronted her and nipped things in the bud (actually he should have ran for the hills but that's another story).
But, how could he know what lay ahead for him. He had never had a serious relationship before so he had no yardstick to judge her character. He was like a lamb to the slaughter. I still don't think he fully understands what he's up against, just what a monster he has married.
I can't really say too much on that score though, because I'm just as guilty for not confronting her sooner. It soon became pretty obvious what she and what her game was, but I allowed her to get away with murder (for my sons sake). Had I have met her in other circumstances I would have never have given her the time of day. She would never have been allowed into my inner circle.
Anyway.....we will see what the weekend visit brings, unless of course madam puts a spanner in the works and it gets cancelled or postpone. Wouldn't put it past her to invent some last minute excuse why it can't go ahead.
I am prepared to meet my son half way and give him the benefit of the doubt and believe that his intentions are good, but and this is a big one.....it's a test for him. If he starts any nonsense he will be shown the door.
Went to Asda this Mornjng......gosh prices are rising arent they. What with utility bills set to soar and rising food prices a lot of people are going to be struggling this winter.
I shall definitely be scaling back Christmas this year. Last year I went a bit mad. I ran myself ragged and spent a small fortune trying to create a wonderful Christmas for everyone to liven up the gloom of covid and lockdowns.
Well after 37 years of hosting Christmas I'm going on strike this year. DIL most definitely didn't appreciate my efforts, she took it all for granted and treated me and my other son with her usual disdain. She spent a lot of the day on her mobile phone, like a sullen sulky teenager and as usual she created an uneasy atmosphere. I can do without that so she can pull her finger out and create her own Christmas this year. It will be a joy not to have to suffer her presence. I would rather be on my own than put up with her bad behaviour again.
Families eh. ??