Sometimes there is a clear distinction between making a decision and making the right decision. I have recently been humbled by the power of attempting to perform the latter while wanting desperately to do the former. When family is involved, history has weight. Ignorance burns bridges.
(My feelings of anger had no clear direction, they simply existed and hung in space. I was pulled down, pulled in two directions, pulled against myself and against reason. I grated through my own thoughts.)
Here is the thing- family is family. Longevity is a force of its own, warranting respect. Trying hard sometimes means keeping your mouth shut, doing the right thing and shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.
