Sara is our host for the Sunday Writing Prompt and asks
Have you ever been in the middle of a scuffle or argument that you should NOT have been involved in? Have you had trouble removing yourself from a negative situation because you felt required to step in, for guidance, opinions, support, but all it did was drag you into the depths of their despair?
I’m sure most, if not all of you have been there at one time or another, helping a friend or family member, while sacrificing your own sanity in the process.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a very selfless act. But, is the personal turmoil, stress, the sleepless nights worth it when it really had nothing to do with you in the first place?!
“Not my Circus, Not my Monkeys”, is a phrase I’ve personally repeated whenever I felt thrust into other’s squabbles, and is today’s Sunday Writing Prompt
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I for one hate conflict of any description and would rather walk away than get involved in a argument and probably end up saying something I’ll regret that can’t be retracted.
Imaginary conversations in my head lead to various scenarios and what I could perhaps say, but then we all know that things never go according to plan so I end up avoiding the person concerned or just taking a back seat.
I do remember an instance where there was a family falling out and I refused to dislike someone purely because I was told to. There was a lot of flack about it, and whilst I agreed the timing and circumstances were lousy and selfish, at the end of the day, it became someone else’s responsibility, and basically nothing to do with me.
My first mother in law was in hospital very ill and FIL went to visit. Apparently when asked, he said he’d marry again, and MIL overheard him. She died on the Monday.
The family were not happy as it transpired FIL had had a lady friend for some while prior to his wife’s passing away, and resentment, accusations, spite and anger followed in equal measure.
My then husband and his siblings all ganged up on this individual and gave her a hard time, even boycotting the wedding that followed shortly afterwards. I stood my ground and although we weren’t to become bosom buddies, I pointed out that whilst he could have been a little more considerate and tactful, they were lucky that he had found someone who cared about him enough to take him on, and thus relieve them of the burden.
When my marriage failed, I was confident to visit them on a few occasions when I went to see my own parents, and I was always made welcome with the offer of tea and biscuits. Family was never discussed though, but I think the rift was still there and they never gave her a chance. What made it even sadder was that they hadn’t been very close to their Mum in the first place.