Then came that moment that I thought to myself, I'm such an idiot. Boundaries don't work. But then something amazing happened. Though I was shaking on the inside, I didn't sink down to the level of returning hate for hate. Or accusation for accusation. Instead, I told them that what they were doing was not acceptable and that I would no longer allow them to come to my home until they stopped the harmful behavior.
And it worked.
No, they didn't change on the spot.
No, they didn't acknowledge that what they were doing was unhealthy.
No, they didn't apologize or even recognize how their actions were hurting me.
But the person did leave. And though I cried buckets afterward, I realized I had never lost control of myself in the midst of the confrontation. And that was a huge win.
I'm not a boundaries failure. Neither are you. We are in process. And that, my friend, is one of the healthiest places to be. Remember, boundaries aren't going to fix the other person. But they are going to help you stay fixed on what is good, what is acceptable, and what you need to stay healthy and safe.
I can't be there to whisper all of this in your ear. But I sure will be the friend who understands the next time we get together to process all of this. Love you . . .
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