It didn't play out that way. They didn't react in love and support. They didn't pound me into the ground either, but it wasn't good or positive or helpful.
I'm taking a new risk. I'm standing my ground. I'm continuing to do what I believe God wants me to do. I'm trusting that the fact that I feel calmer and more peaceful is God's way of letting me know it's okay.
Later I may take the risk of letting my parents back in to my life on a daily basis. I may agree to talk with them again about what happened, how they failed me, how it's impacted my adult life, and what I want going forward.
Right now I'm all "risked" out.
I'm looking toward a risk free summer and I'm liking the view.
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