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What Happens In This House, Stays In This House

There’s no such thing as a perfect family. It’s not realistic. I bet if you took a look behind the closed doors of any household, you’d likely find some dark places. There’s an old saying that goes, what happens in this house, stays in this house. I don’t like that. It’s a saying that can weigh on people carrying the weights of pain they shouldn’t have to carry. It’s the weight of parents that are unhappily married and fight, but pretending to keep it together for appearances. It’s also the weights of substance abuse, parents who play favorites with their children, or perhaps parents who may be jealous of their children. It’s even the pain of siblings who rival, and the scars of physical, sexual, and/or verbal abuse, but, it all has to be kept in house, because God forbid someone seeks help. It’d damage the family reputation or image. No disrespect, but that’s insane.  

One night when I attended a worship service at my alma mater, a guy I’d just met was able to pick up on some weights I’d been carrying. I don’t know how he knew, but he told me, “You’re carrying things you’re not supposed to. God will love you no matter what.” He was right. I believe he was meant to deliver that message to me. During that particular season of my life, I needed to hear that.

When I was a kid I never felt I could speak up about different things I saw and experienced, but when I began seeing how destructive family patterns and unresolved pain was affecting myself, and my relationships as an adult, I knew I needed help. So, I did something that a lot of people are afraid of and/or too prideful to do. I got help and went to counseling. I wanted to end bad family patterns I’d seen others continue to carry on with, or pretend weren’t there, or fail to take responsibility for. I’m still working at it. In the African-American community there’s a huge stigma against counseling and a mindset that goes, I don’t want someone all in my business, but I do urge people to reconsider. Counseling can help you heal. I’m at a much more peaceful place than I was in regards to some past issues, and I do forgive those who’ve hurt me, but I still don’t desire to reconcile or have anything further to do with certain family members. Some are too painful to be around. There have been fights, confrontations, and plenty of pain. When I made a decision to keep my distance, I was hit with, you’re not better than me, plenty of times. I was also called mean, selfish, and disrespectful. Name calling is a small price to pray for deliverance and freedom. Fortunately, I’ve been able to establish relationships with people who aren’t blood related, that love me and have loved me through the painful things. You don’t choose your family, but you can choose others like family. It’s important to have a support system that extends beyond your actual family. Destructive patterns and painful things will continue to happen in families until someone stands up and declares: it ends with me. As difficult as things have been at times, it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.



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