Closure is a
cotton-pickin’ myth when your emotional assailants don’t want to take
accountability for the part they played. I have no problem sitting down like
adults to discuss child-like issues that I have encountered with others. I can
sit quietly while the other party gets out all of their aggression, all the
words they need to say, the yelling that may make them feel better. I can sit
still for all of it.
When it came to
getting closure in my most recent relationships, I kept hearing Matthew 7:5, “You hypocrite! First take the beam out of your own eye, and then you will
see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.” This was pivotal for me because in the past, I could only
see what others had done wrong. But as I research, self-analyze and above all
PRAY, it has come to my attention that I had some toxic traits too. I take
pride in the strong black woman that I have become, who can identify the beam,
be fed up with its position and how much detriment it adds to my everyday wellness
and take that heavy beam out and cry on my own shoulder underneath its weight.
Let
me say this; there is nobody walking this earth who is able to outdo me in pointing
out my flaws. And I’m woman enough and responsible enough to let you have your
punching bag moment and kick me while I have already admitted defeat.
But
baaaaaby! Let us be clear. Neither one of us was perfect. And if I see you
taking too much pleasure in calling out my bad and not enough energy invested
in taking responsibility for your lack of good, well then at that point it’s
not defense mechanisms that you’ll get. But rather a healthy dose of reality
sealed with a goodbye (forever) kiss.
This
is what you need to understand. I am not staying in the vicinity of people
whose actions no longer serve me. I have made up my mind on who I want to be
and if your presence doesn’t align with that vision, then your absence will
have to do.
I’m
not going to keep hugging you as you figuratively (yet continually) pierce me
in my side and force feed me your poison. I am going to speak my piece (my
peace), observe your response, and then toss you in the hands of our Savior.
You
see, even at my worst, Jesus died for me. And if He loves me like that, then
how dare I shrink to fit in someone’s box who obviously and clearly gives zero
f*cks.
My
doormat days have come to a close.
..and
I promise if you couldn’t stand me then
you will
absolutely hate me now.
(And I am okay with that)



