I’m itchy this morning. Seriously. My neck, arms, face and chest are itching, and where I’m sitting there is no appropriate way to scratch it away without looking like the the crack-head character on The Chappelle Show. (itch)
My itching isn’t skin irritation, however. It’s not an allergic reaction, Poison Ivy or Poison Oak either. It’s emotional fleas, I’m sure of it. (itch)
Emotional fleas are those people in my life who crawl under my skin and do their best to be a nuisance every second of my life. (itch) Their sole mission is to remind me that yes, they are still in my life no matter how little I want them there. Unfortunately Dave and I both have our own BIG, individual, emotional fleas in the form of exes, and they (the fleas) both decided to raid our peaceful nest at 7am this morning. (itch)
As much as we both wish we had never met our EF’s, we have to thank God for putting them in our lives, for without them we would never have met each other. And without mine, I wouldn’t have two wonderful sons that I love with all my heart.
I continue to struggle, however, with holding my tongue when he sends a barrage of harassing text messages and emails. I want so badly to tell him exactly what I’m thinking. However, the Jesus said, “The second is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” ~Mark 12:31 But oh, I am human. And ohhhh, how I struggle with this.