I have dealt with bullies my whole life. In fact I was just a child when I met the first, and as I learned recently, they’re still out there. Why is it that a few people try to make themselves feel better/bigger/stronger by cutting down/degrading/making fun of others?
I have joined two book clubs at a local library and at the afternoon one is a person who does not like me. It is frustrating to me because I am generally a people pleaser (Stop that, Rita!) and try to be well-informed, smart, funny, and loveable. I somehow failed to impress this person. Is it the color of my skin? Is it that I am Catholic? Is it that she just took an instant dislike to me for who knows why? Perhaps.
I imagine it is because, before I came, hers was the only opinion that counted. She would steamroll over anyone who disagreed with her. I, however, am not cowed by someone like her. I have seen hell; I was married to its caretaker. Bullies no longer scare me.
Do I wish she liked me? Maybe. I’m not sure I can bring myself to care. I realize that she is one of God’s children. A disagreeable one to be sure, but one nonetheless. What I see when I look at her is a privileged woman. There are those of the same place in life who don’t act in her manner. However, when someone tries to bully me or belittle my ideas, it rubs a long-traumatized place. Is it fair to put all of this on her? Perhaps not. What does God see when He looks her way? Pray for me, friends!
Note: Our family is family is facing a terribly difficult and stressful time regarding housing. Please say many prayers for us. I know God has a plan and He truly is so good, but it is human to worry, and I am no exception. Thank you and God bless!