Casualties of War

This past week I spent some much needed and required time in my hometown. Seeing family, friends and even some foes, showed me how much I’ve grown over the past 16 years. Moving away from anger, hatred, cliches, caddie liars and chaos has given me the armor to stop ignorance from reshaping my circle. Change can be difficult... I embrace transition daily by educating myself, staying open-minded, messy free, welcoming understanding and speaking my mind.

If you have read my blog, you may know I detest bullies. As I trace over my past life, attitude, disposition and approach some may feel I was bullish, as well. I will agree that in some situations I could have taken a better route, when dealing with adversity. Children are the light of the future but adults can be shitty and stinky! Ha! Having said that, I do not believe I’ve ever intentionally mistreated the children of a person I have conflict with. Doing that would go against the grain and fiber of my being.

Children are a blessing in my eyes because you never know who may give you your last drop of water. Unfortunately, when there’s petty conflicts and differences children are the first casualties of war. How is that? Why is that? Why? Why? Why? Especially, when you yourself have been treated lovingly by the parents and their child/or children, you’re at war with. When did the love transform like a Gremlin, because they ate after midnight?

TheEducatedTrophyWife speaks honestly about my unconventional upbringing so that my readers can understand we can rise from the dirty trenches of life. Just because you are from the streets that does not mean you have to be a thug out loud. My parents taught me to love, forgive, listen and maintain neutral until all sides have spoken. Never place children in the middle of a family feud or argument because it can incinerate the family tree which leads to not knowing your family is sitting next to you on public transportation.