To each his own. To me my own.


In this game of life, there are some things which we have control over, and some we don’t. We can choose to be kind and compassionate to people, or we can be nasty and vile. We can choose to help our neighbors, or we can hinder or block the good deeds of others. We can choose to ‘do the right thing’ – or we can attempt to break those around us.

So how do you handle a miserable existence of an individual who is so delusionally obsessed over your life and that of your loved one, that it’s become their sole objective to infiltrate it in any way possible? An individual who recruits their own family members and friends to aid in their own juvenile schemes? An individual who is greatly influencing their child with their deception and lack of moral character? I believe that this lone corrupt individual must be left to bask in their own self-destruction. I choose to neither feed nor lend energy to this hateful, dark, putrid excuse for a human being.

Because some things never change.

So I’ll tell you how I handle it. I choose happiness. My drama cup shall remain empty. I’ve made it this far, and believe me when I say I ain’t going back. I choose that bright light that our Lord promises and provides, free of charge – for any of us who are willing to receive it.


8 responses

  1. Kim Helms

    Amen Bonnie!
    Right now, I’m embarrassed to claim my brother because of choices he is making to please himself, with total disregard to his son’s health and welfare. The truth hurts sometimes and I reminded him of the amazing man who adopted us and raised us and he is not even close to being that type of father. Children should always be your first priority, not your selfish desires.

    October 5, 2010 at 12:28 pm

    • Bonnie

      Oh Kim, I’m sorry to hear that. Yes, the best interest of the child should always take precedence. And not only in decision-making –– in all aspects. Abusive language and tempers constantly flaring seem all too prevalent these days. A parent should never berate the other parent in front of the child. Unfortunately, some children live with hearing crap like that on a daily basis.

      October 5, 2010 at 1:10 pm

  2. Elena

    Girl, you are SO right! I love your post. It’s loaded with truth. We are free to choose life and light and rejoice in God’s promise and plan. No more pain, sorrow, anger, lies, deceit, insecurity …. just rest!

    Psalm 121

    1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
    where does my help come from? 2 My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.

    Hugs to you and prayers for God’s will over all the circumstances of our lives.

    October 5, 2010 at 12:29 pm

    • Bonnie

      Thanks Elena. There’s more I wanted to say… but honestly, I won’t feed energy to something not worthy of the effort. The situation itself has a self-destruct button that has already been halfway depressed. 😦

      How I do love the Psalms. Thank you for that sweetie, and hugs back!!

      October 5, 2010 at 1:23 pm

  3. Amen to choosing the bright light provided by our Lord! Sometimes we are surrounded by butterflies and sometimes by gnats. We would naturally want to run when we see the gnats coming. Ha! Blessings…

    October 5, 2010 at 12:59 pm

    • Bonnie

      You’re so right, Carol Ann, and that got a chuckle out of me as well! Ironically enough, I had a dream last night where I was walking in the wind and a slew of locust (cicada) shells flew into me and got tangled in my hair. Those darned dreams…

      October 5, 2010 at 1:41 pm

  4. planejaner

    It’s hard not to fall into the games of others…I commend you for taking the HIGH ROAD–it’s closer to our Creator, anyway.

    October 5, 2010 at 1:30 pm

    • Bonnie

      Thank you Jane. You’re right… it’s MUCH closer. And a lot cleaner. 🙂

      October 5, 2010 at 1:43 pm

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