In totally another way.
Almost a year ago, I was still entangled where my very wise and completely observant husband warned me of the pitfalls but still I naively (crazy should you know my upbringing) believed in the motives of those I thought of as “extended family”
My need to constantly help blew up in my face in more ways than one.
Now a year has past. And while I’m sure there has been multiple conversations about how “everyone let’s us down and I can’t believe I trusted” I’m also sure there have been no realization as to their portion of the breakdowns since it’s easier to lay blame somewhere other than their own feet and responsibility.
It’s been a while.
And I’ve finally realized, much to my amazing husband’s relief, that no contact with that same group of folks is best because of my compulsion to “help as there were times in my life that I could have used the help.”
Unfortunately, I am incapable of reading people’s actual intentions.
Best to just let them be and not get sucked into the spiraling self destruction.
Btw, I totally hate that my inner cynic was proven right.