Recently someone confided in me that her mother had spread a vicious rumor about her throughout their family. Tears welled up in her eyes as she recounted the instances where she had given emotional and financial support to her mom during the past couple of months, a time period that featured her mom spiraling deep into despair and depression, even though it appeared that she had so much to be thankful for.
To compound all of this, it became quite apparent during my conversation with this person that her mom was jealous of the beauty and strength that she possessed, that enabled her to overcome obstacles- both without and within- that her mom is presently unable to overcome.
This person’s pain was convoluted even more by the fact that other women in the family were all too willing to embrace the hurtful lie as truth because they themselves shared the bitterness of unfulfillment and broken dreams with the mother.
So here you have a woman, with a truly humble and loving spirit, that can no longer find comfort in either the emotional or collective womb that she was developed and nurtured in for so long.
I walked away from our conversation amazed at how we can be so fragile and destructive at the same time, like two sides of a primordial coin that God flips to test those that we love and those that love us.
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