Jealousy is a very ugly word. For fifteen years, I’ve put up with someone in a constant state of jealousy. I honestly wonder just how a person can remain in that state day in and day out 24/7. It would have to be absolutely exhausting. Not only that, but to steal the joy out of special, once in a lifetime moments beginning in kindergarten for a child is beyond anything I can even imagine. And to do so without any remorse whatsoever. Zip. Zero. None. And, why is it that the one inflicting such anguish on the child presumes that the people in that child’s life thinks about them 24/7 like they do. Spoiler alert – we don’t. I definitely do not. And should you be reading this sugar britches, I promise that you are the very last one I think of at any given moment. Six weeks went into the planning of this past event. Six weeks. Beginning with a conversation with three other adult women. Adults who put the best interest of their children above any and all of that of their own for the sake of their child just like I do mine. I live to see that my daughter, nieces and nephews have the experiences and memories that will last a lifetime. And I am not sorry about that for one minute. Not one minute at all. I am beyond perfect but I can promise you this, my first and last thoughts are always for my kids. The jealousy that spews from you like venom cannot destroy my happiness because no one holds that power – least of all you.
I’ve always said – miserable people want everyone else to be as miserable as they are. The jealousy that is held within miserable people, along with the thoughts of how can one ruin a day; should be turned inward in the hopes of making your own life better so that maybe, just maybe, when all is said and done they can look back with some sort of remorse and then hopefully trying to make up for all the times their jealousy led to the mistreatment and abuse that has been inflicted upon others. Especially that of their child. Jealous people live in a me world and try to make everything about me, myself and I only hurting themselves in the end. In your moments of the fear of missing out, ask yourself – how did I get here? What did I do to cause this? Why am I not trusted? How could I possibly change to make a difference?
Oh, how I love this nugget of wisdom. The absolute truth that rains down from these words should flood the minds of those who remain in the constant storms in which they have created and brought upon themselves. The size of your rain gear depends solely on you and you alone. And remember this, all of those vile things that fall from your lips about me to one of the greatest blessings in my life; know that I know and that with every word our bond is stronger, tighter and unwavering and for that I say thank you.