{"id":116683,"date":"2022-06-25T21:08:57","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T01:08:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=116683"},"modified":"2022-06-25T21:08:57","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T01:08:57","slug":"convincing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/convincing\/","title":{"rendered":"Convincing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Taking a step back from family,<br \/>\nI choose to accept myself for me.<\/p>\n<p>Years of biting my tongue,<br \/>\ntaking the high road,<br \/>\nor just plain hiding myself,<br \/>\nall culminate in one text exchange:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPlease support your family,<br \/>\ncome to your grandson\u2019s memorial service,<br \/>\neven if you don\u2019t agree with the way we do things,<br \/>\nyour family needs you\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>This was enough to open flood gates.<br \/>\nThis was enough to call a grieving girl<br \/>\nvile names.<\/p>\n<p>This was the last straw.<\/p>\n<p>I never thought I<br \/>\nhad it in me to set boundaries.<br \/>\nI never thought<br \/>\nit was truly possible to<br \/>\nleave this pain in the past.<\/p>\n<p>I never thought I could<br \/>\nescape<br \/>\nnarcissistic elders<br \/>\nwho\u2019ve never been told no.<\/p>\n<p>But I did.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s painful.<br \/>\nIt was devastating<br \/>\nfor a period of time.<br \/>\nIt left my heart pounding<br \/>\nin a way that even grief didn\u2019t<br \/>\nquite<br \/>\nmimic.<\/p>\n<p>At a time where I thought<br \/>\nthings couldn\u2019t get any worse<\/p>\n<p>the people who are supposed to be<br \/>\ncaring<br \/>\nloving<br \/>\nsupportive<br \/>\nsomehow ensured that it did.<\/p>\n<p>I will never return<br \/>\nto allowing people to step over<br \/>\nme.<br \/>\nMy thoughts,<br \/>\nmy opinions,<br \/>\nmy true self,<br \/>\nare never going to be concealed again<br \/>\nespecially not in hopes of gaining love<\/p>\n<p>from someone I should never have had to convince.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Taking a step back from family, I choose to accept myself for me. Years of biting my tongue, taking the high road, or just plain hiding myself, all culminate in one text exchange: \u201cPlease support your family, come to your grandson\u2019s memorial service, even if&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1218,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-116683","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116683","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1218"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=116683"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116683\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":116684,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116683\/revisions\/116684"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=116683"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=116683"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=116683"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}