I feel like I've been punished for not packing up my stuff and saying "bye" to my mom years ago, same way she did to the people who abused her for her whole childood. She "forgives" this scumbag brother she has, but she hasn't set eyes on him in years and she's still afraid of him.
People insist that you need to forgive people that do wrong to you, or else, as one of the elders of the church I attend puts it, Jesus doesn't even know who you are. I sent my mom an email telling her, in common modern day English, that she was a stumbling block to me, and continues to be one and that I can't be expected to be following an example that she nor anyone else has ever provided. GoshHELL!, I got my ass torn out good for over an hour on that. I got accused of breaking like 9 different commandments in the New Testament. My mom was guilty as FUK but nobody cared about that. Nobody cared about anything except the fact that I was opinionated and felt like I deserve love. "No", I can just hear it "Nobody deserves love or anything good! You deserve what Jesus got!" Which is? 3 hours of Hell? Followed by an eternal stay in Heaven......uh....sure....yeah. I don't even know why I'm typing all of this. Nobody reading this cares more than the people I've encountered in real life do, I'm sure.
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