Look at this report card. Are you really that stupid?”
“As much money as we’ve spent on your eyes you better never take those glasses off.”
“Stop being a sissy. Fight back when someone pushes you.”
“I wish you’d never been born.”
“We are paying for you to learn classic piano stop playing that n—-r music. What is wrong with you?”
And the list goes on and on. Each word spoken from what should have been a nurturing parent instead acted as a sword piercing deeply into the heart of a small boy.
There are things that really make me angry which creates a conundrum for me. Trying to balance the giving into uncontrolled anger as a form of idolatry with the instances in which justifiable anger is allowed, is for me, akin to trying to make a Slinky go up the stairs. ( If you have to ask what a slinky is, you are not as old as me and you missed one of the greatest toys ever).