Since I have been in my own place, I have found what real friends
and what aquaintances are. I thought some people were
genuinely friends. I still think they are good people, but I
don't think they were friends. Unfortunately, they choose
to be homeless. (They are adults and both could change the
situation they are in, but they don't want the resposibilty it
takes to hold a steady job). About last Mon or Tues, they
come by for a visit. (To be honest I think it was the weekend
before) I don't mind them staying a couple of nights.
This time it became about 15. I tried to explain to them I
can't let them live with me. Yet, they would not leave,
sometimes they would leave for about half a day but were back and
would stay overnight. (I have my brother living with me and
he was helping this situation, by letting them in when I went to
bed.) I was so upset, I totally lost my temper and yelled at
everyone. I have been unemployed for almost a month,
didn't have rent, and here are people not even thinking of just
picking up behind themselves while in my home. I feel
terrible now about being such a b**** , but at the time I felt like
I was forced into it.
Now the forgiveness, they acted like I was just so out of line to
vent the way I did. Like this place had been theirs and I
just threw them out of their home. I hope they can forgive me
for being so drastic, but gosh dang, I had a new job and needed
just some quiet time at night for rest. I do forgive them for
trying to take over my home without even asking. If they come
over again, I will let them in, let them bathe, and feed them; but
I will not let them into the front door until they acknowledge that
they must leave when I ask them too.
I don't want to be selfish with my good fortune, but I do
want respect. Now when I look back, that is what I felt I was
upset over. How disrespectful they were to my efforts to
support myself and felt that I owed them support and
provisions.
Well, all for now, and one other thing about this event, I did a
little self evalutation, and saw some disrespect that I had shown
the Signor. I immediately went over and apologized from the
bottom of my heart. I think in doing that he saw the person
he had loved. I felt a little bit of him soften to me.
Learning to forgive
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