Some of you have no sense of shame. Life is difficult, that is for sure. Suffering is optional. If you are in a toxic relationship, you are part of the problem. Run, don't walk away. I believe that God does wants us to be happy, joyous and free. Drop the baggage.
Do NOT assume that I do not speak from experience.
I am an only child---the darling and pet of my father.
The year I graduated high school, my daddy got sick with what seemed like a cold--but despite weeks of treatment, it was only getting worse.
Finally the doctor put him in the hospital. He was admitted on my 18th birthday. What I had hoped to be a happy milestone--my "official" entry into adulthood---became a day filled with stomach-crunching and soul-grinding fear.
One week later--a week to the day after my birthday--Daddy died of massive heart failure.
A month after that--during an argument (and my mother and I had LOTS of those)--I threw up to her that she wouldn't be talking to me that way if Daddy was still here. (He often stepped in between us and defended me or at least defused arguments when she'd attack me.)
She shouted back, "YOU'RE the one who KILLED your Daddy! He was worried to death over the way you act! YOU are the reason he's DEAD!"
(and just as a side note---I never drank, never smoked, up to this point had never dated or even kissed a boy, went to church, read the Bible, made straight A's and was my high school class's Valedictorian, was making plans for college when my Dad died, and did my best to help him and my mom around the house and farm.)
And then she marched out of the house to the back yard.
And I went to the cabinet--where my Daddy's pistol was kept--and came within a hair of using it, so I could escape that hell and be with him again.
I will skip over the next 14 years, to my marriage.
Mother complained and quarreled the entire time I took her with me to shop for my wedding dress (which I paid for--she refused absolutely to pay for the wedding. It wasn't so much that she disapproved of the man--just of the fact that I was marrying at all, and thus leaving her alone). I was so embarrassed at the dress store, as she sat outside the dressing room while I tried on dresses (I ended up choosing one of the samples off the rack, to save money---not saying that for pity, because I'm proud of how my Heavenly "Daddy"--God--provided EVERYTHING for me to have a BEAUTIFUL wedding, even on a very short shoestring)--she sat there and LOUDLY complained and quarreled about me, about me getting married, about what a bad daughter I was, so everyone in the store could hear her and several turned and looked curiously at us----think Vickie Lawrence's portrayal of Eunice's mom on the Carole Burnett show, and how she talked to Eunice, and you'll have the picture.
After I got married, only a few months after my wedding, I lost a baby when 3 months along to a miscarriage. When I told my mom--expecting understanding since she had, I knew, lost several babies to miscarriage (that was why they gave up and adopted me)---her response was to reply, in a low, angry voice: "I hope you NEVER DO have any children!" Even as used as I was to her sharp-as-a-butcher-knife comments, this one floored me. For a minute I couldn't speak at all, and when I got my breath back I could only whisper, "Mom--that is a TERRIBLE thing to say to me! Why would you say something like that to me?" She just responded, "Well, I know what you're like, and I'm afraid you wouldn't be good to them."
These are only a few examples.
But I will not give more.
I absolutely HATED that woman, for many years.
But then I realized---I would never be FREE of her, until I FORGAVE her. (Which, I am sorry to say, I was unable to truly do until many years after her death).
Otherwise, her meanness--and MY RESPONSE to it-- would make me her prisoner forever.
I thank God that now I can look at her actually with compassion, and understand things about her (thanks to things others shared with me about her youth) that help me see WHY she acted as she did. Understanding some of those things now, I can actually wonder how she handled life as well as she did. In many ways, she was a victim of abuse, herself (verbal and emotional, not physical or sexual).
But I wasn't "free" of the pain her hurtful comments caused UNTIL I could "let go"---release her from my own unforgiveness and resentment and pain, and leave her to God and HIS righteous judgement.
I have other such stories as well---but that one will do, for now.