My Nephew Smashed My 8000 Dollar Gibson Guitar And My Family Expected Me To Forgive Him

lives, or did they, she asked. They did, I said. I just held up a mirror. Exactly, she said. You set a boundary. They chose how to respond to it. Their own enabling pattern did the actual damage, not you. Then she paused. You are not mourning the family you had, she said. You are mourning the family you wished you’d had.

That landed somewhere deep.

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