You know, it's not about being "right" about our loved ones or their motivations.

It's about expanding our mental stories to include AT LEAST the *possibility* that, indeed, they may have perfectly sensible reasons to act and react the way they do. And getting the hell out of the Center-Of-The-Universe chair, (variant: It's-All-Our-Fault chair) which we are *all* inclined to reside in.

The name of the game is compassion. Not at our eternal expense. We all still retain the right to decide what we can and will tolerate, for our own health, which is *just* as important as anyone else's. It's all in the realization that everyone struggles together, everyone shares some pain from their past. Recognizing that shared humanity, and honoring it, regardless of what we -- and they -- decide.


"Show me a completely smooth operation and I'll show you someone who's covering mistakes.
Real boats rock." -- Frank Herbert