What do you allow?
Are there things that drive you crazy, make you blood boil or your skin crawl, but you stay silent?
I am finding that it’s more difficult for me to speak up than to tolerate things that make me uncomfortable.
In a way it seems that I’m used to being uncomfortable, one way or another; so why make waves?
If I’m going to be inconvenienced either way, at least I don’t have to hurt you, or worse, give you a reason to be mad at me.
God, my need to be liked and loved overshadows all of my other needs. I know it isn’t healthy and yet I allow you to blur my lines just to keep the peace.
To correct this would take hard conversations for me. That says something because I don’t often have a problem talking.
The thing is, I will lose something no matter which route I take. The tough part is putting my feelings above yours. It’s getting sick and tired of being uncomfortable.
Luckily for me, I’m growing. In this growth I’m learning to do hard things. Sometimes it just takes me a while to gather up the courage.
Unluckily for you, I’m no longer willing to be a doormat, security blanket, or worse, your mama…