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This is the Way I Am

Sorry, no it’s not.

Just because you inherited negative family traits doesn’t give you the right to keep them. Honestly, I hear people using the crutch of recovering from alcoholism, drug addiction or whatever addiction as if it gives them the right to excuse bad behavior.


The idea one who is recovering should be given special treatment is ludicrous. No one made you drink Strawberry Hill. No one made you smoke dope. No one clicked the porn site but you. No one made you do anything. It was your choice.

Coming from a family with a history of alcoholism, I have seen and heard it all. Maybe I am slow on understanding here, but I came from the same genes they did and I don’t drink.

I found it rather astonishing years ago when one member of my family drank hard liquor and moonshine most of his life. That was until he was 65 and the doctor strongly advised him,

“If you don’t stop now, you will be dead in 5 years.”

He quit. Never touched it again and even stopped smoking. Lived to be 85 and died from heart disease.

Another family member had the same death sentence from another doctor. Ditto.

So tell me, if a person can quit all of a sudden, cold turkey later why not do it sooner?

Why impose your self-centered lifestyle on the rest of us for years on end?

Why burden others with your lack of disrespect for them?

Why should friends and family pick up the pieces of your hangover?

This behavior is not limited to addictions.

Anger, frustration, immaturity, foul language, gossiping, bullying, abuse are examples of “this is the way I am and I can’t change it.”

Oh, yes you can.

Don’t think for one minute you deserve anything for your egocentric attitude.

A lack of etiquette is no alibi for making other people miserable.

What we do affects others around us. Some are generational curses handed down over and over.

All it takes is one person to stop it. What we allow will continue.

On the other side of this coin is the enabler; the one who will do almost anything to keep the peace with one who claims an addiction or self prescribed enslavement. The enabler simply adds to the narcissistic vanity instead of exposing them.

The addictive or abusive behavior is almost always surrounded with lies. Lies that lead to secret displays of wrongdoing.

As God teaches us about his truth, we are given wisdom for transparency. The ability to perceive the lies opens the door for communication.

No doubt one who endangers themselves and others with untreatable habits needs help. However excusing them over and over is not the answer.

Having witnessed these lifestyles more than I ever wanted to, my compassion runs thin. Usually the most compassionate in the bunch, I am not fooled by the desires of self-pitying rituals that create their own cliffs to fall off of.

The fueled language of “I am an addict” or “you can’t drink because I am in recovery”  are words of a controlling manipulator.  Get over yourself.
These scapegoats of iniquities are not the way you are; it is the way you choose to be.

Don’t ask me to be your doormat. I am all out of sympathy.





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Thursday is the Day I Take Out the Trash….

Yes, Thursday is the day I take out the trash for it to be picked up on Friday. Today it was especially heavy due to my husband had gone deep-sea fishing last Saturday.

Fish Before the Guts

The ritual is that he lays the fish outside on the table; carves them up (sorry) gives me the good to freeze and for lack of another word he puts the “fish guts” in a glad bag in the freezer until trash day.

Are you asking me why does he do that? We live in a very, hot area of the country. He made the mistake of placing the dead fish guts in the outside trash can early in the week after a trip last summer. Before Thursday when the trash goes to the curb, the smell was…well, you get the message.

He and I split chores (he is a good man) and one of mine is getting the trash can out on Thursday for pickup. I had written myself a note that the dead fish guts were in the freezer because we have forgotten them before and they stayed in there for weeks.(awful)


I am not a large person; quite small in fact. For a 5’2″, 115 pound woman to pick up frozen dead fish guts is quite an experience. Fighting through a mound of frozen peas, squash and green peppers was this black bag strung up with a rubber band. Leaning over, I realized it was stuck. Using my built in arm muscles of strength I pulled the bag up until it flew into the air and down on the concrete floor.

I thanked God it didn’t hit me in the head or land on my toe. Reaching to the floor to pick it up I fell down. It was like trying to pick up a cement slab. The only way to get it in the trash can was either drag it to the street or bring the can in the garage.

Thank goodness none of our nosey neighbors were around to watch me drag this bag of frozen fish guts to the trash can. The last thing I wanted to do was explain what I was doing and what was in the bag.

After this great maneuver was accomplished I came back in the house and sat down with a glass of Peach tea. I deserved a treat after that mission.

As I was enjoying my reward for such a great accomplishment I thought seriously about the trash in our lives.  I wish I could just empty the filth, dust, and grime from my life into a trash can each week for someone else to pick up.

Now that I think about it, I don’t have to do that. Someone else did. Jesus cleaned my “life of trash” on the cross so I wouldn’t have to.

What is even more amazing is he did it willingly.