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Guilt Personified

After all we have done for you. Guilt winds around my ankles like a rope. You should be more grateful. The rope is jerked up and I fall on my head. We cannot believe that you…. No, I do not imagine you can, I think. But I am my own person now. With my own opinions and goals. You do not realize all that we sacrificed. I never asked you to, I think, but I am too respectful to say it. I make a mental note to stop coming home so often. It’s not a positive place, and I have no guilt in my current residence. We did this and we did that. We We We We We For the first time I realize how selfish my parents are. This is when I decide to tell them I will not be home for Christmas.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 10/16/2022 8:27:00 AM

Wow! This is really good, Caren. It happens all too often, however, and parents don't seem to get it.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/17/2022 12:20:00 AM

The parents who do this would NEVER SEE themselves as they read it.

Jeff Kyser

Date: 10/16/2022 8:13:00 AM

Honor thy mother and father is a hard command at times. My mom's admonishment was always begun with "You must...", but I'd love to join her for lunch these days! I try not to use that with my kids though...

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/17/2022 12:20:00 AM

I raised my children almost the opposite way I was raised.