My parents just disowned me (40M) because I don't trust the Fauci ouchie. They tried to emotionally blackmail me today since I wrote 'I love you' on my Mom's mother's Day card. "If you really loved me, you'd get the shot." -My Mom. I live a few miles from my parents, and I loved them with all of my heart. They told me never to visit them again. I'm a living orphan now. I extended and olive branch and they burned it to the ground.
It's on them. I have never been mean to them about this. They have been rubbing Biden's (s)election theft in my face since November.
If your family is clear thinking, hug them extra hard for me. I'm now a living orphan at 40. I didn't think I could hate 2021 more than 2020, but it pulled it off somehow.
I never will understand why people care for their parents. I would GLADLY pay for a taxi ride for them to get their jabs. I left home instead of getting back at them as a young adult. I will dance on their graves when the time comes.
(Some parents are good apparently, just not the cork soakers I ended up with.)
The best thing you can do is: Take a nice sheet of paper. Write your feelings on it, good, bad, ugly. Say a prayer, and burn the paper. Let the fire take the emotion away.
Move on.
That’s kind of funny to see someone advocating an ancient Chinese ritual on here.
Chynah
Got it from a monk I was watching a long while back. There is something about the transfer of energy. It can attach to you. I would ruminate on things. This is why people journal. The act of writing is almost a transfer of emotion. Fire to release.