Date: October 11, 2019 01:23PM
Perfect life? Hell, no! I've whined plenty, here. I do give credit for my kids for overcoming having their father completely abandon them, when they were ages 7-13. Before that, he verbally abused them, and hit them with coat hangers. We had no money, and they worked when they were old enough to babysit, do yard work, and have a paper route. They have worked all their lives, and put themselves through Community College then the U of Utah, and have great careers, children and houses of their own, now. They have had good health, except for sports injuries and the usual diseases. My children were the ones who led me out of the cult. They were physically abused by some Mormon leaders in our ward. My family lived far away, my parents were old and died early on, and my ex-husband's TBM family were extremely dysfunctional. Their grandfather and Two of their cousins committed suicide. I did have a university degree and job experience, but when my husband left, I had no job, and had to find work, and struggle from the ground up. I have a painful chronic, incurable disease, which comes and goes with remissions, and have done better than those patients who have relied on pain-killers, according to the doctors. Most can't hold down jobs, and my condition is listed as an official "disability", but I've never been able to collect disability compensation, because I've made too much money. I also have PTSD, because of abuse and torture in childhood. No--my life was/is not perfect--not anywhere near perfect.
My children deserve credit for being basically normal (with normal growing pains and harmless, short-lived rebellions) good people, street-wise, loving and kind to others, good parents, honest, having a good work ethic, etc. Give people credit!
So--yes--human beings are more resilient than you think!
We can often do the impossible. I never had confidence, and so many days I would think, "I can't do this!" but I had no choice. It was a labor of love, and no sacrifice at all. The only thing I do regret is my association with the Mormon cult, and all the people who said I couldn't support my children or raise them successfully "without a man." Married people, or people living together, etc. resent happy single people--I get it.