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Remembering the ones that were dismissed from the family… The rare times that they showed up at family functions, unknown, distance and alone. Misunderstood, surely, from a family that supposedly produced and supported love on the outside, with arms wide open but bitter words embrace. Oh we have missed you so much for all to hear, you are disgusting whispers in the ear. There is no doubt why they were seldom round. The fraudulent family had let them down. Who needs a world of a constant critic, no wonder their time had limits. Understanding and grace was what was needed but somehow those two things were never pleaded. I hope the ones, who came before me, found a home of acceptance, a place to be free.
So grateful this morning for my close friends, my family. Our little black sheep community, it is so important to find people that love, care and accept you just as you are. Thank you!
Much Love 💜 Much Life
In my case I am rather lucky. Although I feel I am the black sheep or one of the black sheep in the extended family I don’t feel that the white sheep look down on me too much. They may look down on me a little I might just imagine they look down on me, but in any case I don’t fit in.
it must be much harder when you feel not accepted at all and then people put up phony fronts as if they really care when you sense they don’t care much at all. But we, the black sheep, we have each other even though we are all, compared to each other, we’re like a rainbow tribe.