I believe that we all come into this world the same way -- with innocence. We may be genetically predisposed to certain traits, but most of the things that form us are things that happen to us along the way. Most of us are decent people. I was born in a small town on Vancouver Island, and I was raised in a very conventional way by conventional parents. We were very middle class, and we did not have a lot of money. As a child, I used to imagine how my life would be when I grew up. I supposed that it might not turn out quite as I had imagined, but I never would have believed it would turn out the way it has.
Without going into great, lengthy details, it would appear that I am now having to go to battle *sigh* in order to have a continuing relationship with my two beautiful grandchildren, whom I love dearly, and who love me. Why do some people have to be so consumed with jealousy and pettiness and resentment!?
Somehow, in my heart I am still this little pudding-faced girl, waiting for my life to happen. It certainly was not supposed to work out this way. I am going to go away for the next few days to try to sort things out in my mind.