It's okay to let it go.
Today I was reminded that a certain group of people are quite skilled at nailing an exclamation mark onto the biggest ripoff of my life. [big sigh] Young Cheri knew. She always did, but she was also painfully naive. I trusted them too much and was rewarded with disappointment and shame. Circumstances eventually put distance and time between us. I was relieved. Relieved to be pursuing my young adult life in a lane that would rarely cross with theirs. It felt free. It felt safe. I also worked really damn HARD to break some generational codependent patterns and to set boundaries. A few decades later, I cautiously responded to a message from a member of that group. “Perhaps it would be okay. Maybe there were positive changes,” I told myself. We continued to have some interaction, mostly via digital channels. We were both busy with life and family, and I was, um ... still cautious. But s omeone I love and who is very important to me - but is no longer on this earth - would have wanted us
