I sorry to say, have always hated positive people. You know those that fall out of the bed, the sun is shining, smile on their faces, its a wonderful day sort.
I had happy moments as a child, but very dysfunctional parents, abusive step dad and a tough life growing up. I was a only child who grew up in hand me down clothes from cousins who laughed at me for wearing their old clothes, to make it worse their parents dressed them alike (two of everything).
I lost my husband to a terminal illness when I was 28 with a 6 and 5 year old to raise and severe money issues prior to his death.
As for my children, they survived childhood with tons of therapy and a few guardian angels. So no, they are not rich famous or have wonderful jobs, one works.
I have besides all the abuse I endured as a child had my life threatened on numerous occasions, once even had a knife at my throat by a PTSD Vietnam Vet friend. I stood up to him, looking him in the eye showing no fear until he put the knife away and survived.
I have had numerous medical complications that could have killed me and have lived to suffer through another day. As for the last three years I have lived in a hospital bed either in hospitals, nursing homes or at this point at home in one.
Yes, I love people and am truly blessed to have the love of family and friends. Sadly most of these friends are not the run to you aid everyday friends, just people who know me see me and keep in touch friends. This has a lot to do with my health and inability to get out and living in the country.
So please don’t bounce in with that s*** eating smile and tell me its a wonderful day, I just may do my best orangutan imitation and fling it back at you, so can yo duck?
Dream Weaver 