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Baptism weekend.

It’s 3:16am in the morning and I’ve been laying in bed since 10pm trying to get a few burdensome things off my mind, but no dice. I mentioned in the last blog post that there was a kink in our family chain. Today while sitting at my Mums I got to see the ripple effects of that kink and it hurt my heart enough to leave an impression that has me awake right now replaying it in my head.

I hate that I have witnessed it.
I truly HATE it.

It was only 13 words spoken in an exchange, but it was 13 words too much for me and during the exchange, the room literally felt cold.

After this baptism, I’m withdrawing from any future family occasions until my family remember how to be one.

We’re taught that family is important, we just choose when to remember that principle.

I haven’t taken sides in the battle that isn’t mine. I see where both parties are coming from. I don’t want to be part of it. I don’t want to see what it’s doing to everyone.

Hubs is offficially 8 today and later this afternoon she’ll be baptised. I just need to get through tomorrow and then I’ll be back at work away from it all for another week.

I hope, at the very least, that Hubs has a great day today.
Happy Birthday Little Love.


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