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Thank Goodness for Personal Growth and Discernment
A flashback while writing proves how I’ve grown as a woman.
“I don’t know why you always blow things out of proportion. I guess that’s the dark side of having that overactive imagination you’re so proud of,” he said with a disgusted look.
“(Expletive) you,” I said. I was about sick and tired of his put-downs. At the time, I didn’t know what gaslighting was, but your girl was lit and livid. Who the hell did he think he was twisting my words?
Oh, when you’ve had one of those rotten, stinkin’, horrible, very bad relationships, the sneaky, deceptive things they said to you sometimes pop back into your mind. The saving grace is not returning to that place in your consciousness and allowing it to dictate your life in the present.
Bad memories can serve as wisdom in hindsight, but we keep them in the past where they belong away from our present and future.
Yes, I had a memory of being gaslit by a smooth operator. Someone with a slick tone and cunning disposition all wrapped up in a fine body and beautiful eyes.
Here, I was in the middle of researching and writing a piece on gaslighting and I had the above memory, flashback.
Memories don’t have to turn into regret even if it’s a bad memory.
