If I was meant to be controlled, I would have come with a remote!

Anyone else relate to this?
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I am learning to Stop allowing others to control me.
It took alot of healing from my past.
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It also takes daily practice to stick up for myself. To tell my husband * Please don’t tell me what pan to fry the eggs in, please don’t tell me where to put the cheese back in the fridge…I get to make my own choices. I can put the cheese anywhere I want in the fridge.*
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I grew up being told how to think, what I should feel, why I should feel it and to do whatever made my mom happy. Her feelings were put above my sister and I’s feelings.
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It took into my fifties to realize thats not good to make your child into who YOU WANT THEM TO BE, HOW YOU WANT THEM TO THINK AND ACT.
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Sadly, I did the same to my two sons. Trying to get them to be and act a certain way. My oldest fought against it, to the extreme, and I can see his struggles with trying to do this in his own children.
My youngest joined the Army during college and has someone telling him what to do.
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In learning that no one gets to control me ever again…its FREEING!
I had to also give up trying to control how my son raises his kids, what choices my sons make, what actions they take….those belong to them. I don’t get a say…unless they ask…but even then…its their life…not mine.
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I grew up believing everything I did was a reflection on my parents…thats what they taught us. My husband was taught the same thing and he thought that about our sons. He took it personal when they made a mistake.
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My question to you, is have you ever felt controlled? Share if you choose.

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