had the potential for a profitable business, and my family ruined it. They ruined me, and they ruined my business. Why? Honestly, I don’t know. Like Joseph’s brothers in the Bible sold him into slavery, it’s just one of those age-old sibling situations where jealousy, bitterness, or something deeper takes hold. It’s painful to admit, but sometimes family, the very people you expect to support you, can be the most toxic force in your life. That’s my reality.
But now, I’m trying to build it back. After cutting all ties, I feel lighter. No more expectations from them or emotional strings pulling me in the wrong direction. We all knew they were toxic, and any love they showed wasn’t good for me. It wasn’t the supportive, nourishing love I needed to thrive; instead, it suffocated me and my dreams. Now, free from that weight, I have space to focus on something more important: myself.
Today’s a small victory, too—I didn’t sneak out and have a cigarette. I’ve been wrestling with that, but it looks like I’m starting to find a better approach. The cravings are still there, but I’m learning that I don’t have to give in every time. I’m feeling more in control, just like I’m taking control of my life, bit by bit.
One thing that stings is that they didn’t even help get me into a shelter, so now I’m trying to make plans and set goals without knowing where I’m headed or where I’ll end up. But maybe that’s part of the journey. Like a gypsy, always on the move, artisans are somewhat free. That much I do enjoy—the freedom to create, to think without being boxed in, without their judgment hanging over me.
It’s a new chapter. I may not know exactly where I’m going, but at least I know one thing: I’m going without them.
by Dan and Bonkers
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