Let’s Talk About It
Throughout life, people seem to come and go. Over the last year, people seem to have mostly gone.
I have changed a lot about my standards and I am strict on what my boys are exposed to. I have been called judgemental, brainwashed, “off the deep end”, mean, those are the nice words. In reality, here’s the standards I have changed and held myself to:
- No drugs or excessive alcohol around my children.
- I’m strict about limiting exposure to electronics and television.
- I resigned from my job to focus my life on raising my children during these precious and vulnerable younger years.
Man do people hate these things. I actually enforce these things and it has really exposed the horns in people.
I’m not sure if it’s the hens we got or the hens combined with everything above that has people saying, “WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO BECCA?”. Our hens are lovely by the way. We have 11 layers and we are pretty excited for some farm fresh eggs. I know, I’m a wacko.
Family and friends take these changes I’ve made as personal blows to their own lifestyles. If not that, then they just hear the biased version of the “New Rebecca” from my ex that is no doubt absolutely skewed to fit the narrative most desirable for him and that family. Once they hear that version, they never confirm facts or ask me what is going through my head.
Ironically, the more people that I notice walking out of my life, the stronger I can feel myself becoming. The thing that I used to rely on for reassurance and strength, was people. Friends. Social Life. I don’t look to people and conformity for my strength anymore. Also, the more people I seem to “lose”, the more I realize, these people never provided me any real form of strength or love at all.
I stepped out of their line, I stopped fitting into their box. I am cramping their style.
I will never apologize for putting my children before my career.
I will never apologize for holding addicts accountable for their choices and protecting my children from them.
I will never apologize for trying to break a very unhealthy pattern of normalizing alcohol abuse among other behaviors in my family.
Pictures can be painted all they want; however, facts will never change.
I am choosing to live my life based on the facts now. Not based on image, not based how many friends I have, not based on how much money I make, not based on where I live.
People don’t like that.