My Dad died recently, and his 'pious near' wife is trying to give me stuff of his.. as if that would fix the rift and bring me back to the r+f. As a 30 year plus shunned person, I have been quite determined to not accept anything of value from the estate, stay aloof, all that! The things she wants me to take most are things that have no commercial value ( Funny how that works! )
So.. visiting my sister at her place the other day, she presses Dad's clothes on me ---- again! Oh for Shiz sakes, throw them out! What would a 'second death' apostate do with his JW father's service suits.. now really? So I had to inspect them and pass judgement whether I would take them.. ( Dad and I were pretty identical, in size , and looks only) Aaagh, in every vest pocket there was a yellow high lighter, a red pen and a blue pen. I recoiled as if bitten by a snake. Can't touch that!
He was such a borg drone, it made me want to...snap! For so many years. And so was his mom, my brother, cousins, blah blah.. as they all are.
Underliner, Highlighter, Accent color pen for emphasis. So important to have all the correct tools at the studies and the meetings! Every single suit, exactly the same. 12 suits! She is frustrated with me, does not want to throw them all out.. they fit me perfectly but I can NOT NOT NOT do it. All because of the bloody highlighter pens..
Moving on, Making healthy boundaries.. Old service suits with highlighters in pockets are such a NO GO zone for me. Throw them in the trash.