There is a long running joke among my close friends and family that I am a big bubble wrap freak! I love bubble wrap! It's protective, flexible, strong and fun all at the same time and popping those little air bubbles makes me happy. Bonus! :)
I shared in previous post about the cruel comments made to my husband by one of his siblings. He and I are both still trying to wrap our heads around that and come to terms with just how miserable someone would have to be to act in such a horrid manner. I have never seen something bother my husband as much as this has and I totally understand why it does, My heart aches for him.
I have found myself needing to withdraw a bit from the world. I want to build a Bubble Wrap Fort and keep the ones I love safe from any cruelty, hurt or pain. I want to keep myself safe from that too. Yesterday I did not even want to leave my home to go down and get the mail. Being here at home felt safe. Jeff and I worked on learning how to set up our tent for a camping trip and worked on sorting through DVDs and CDs to sell at our yard sale.
I made the mistake of then going onto Facebook to see the pictures of my grandsons Isaiah's birthday. All was going well until I made a comment on a friend's post about how I could understand why the Bernie Sanders supporters were having a hard time switching their support to Hillary Clinton, given everything that had happened and been said during the campaign. My comment was met by questioning my intelligence by my friend and some of her friends. That hurt. She has always been a very blunt person, but I had hoped we could have a dialog where we could be respectful and learn from one another. I guess that was not to be and to be honest, it is making me re-evaluate why I would even remain friends with her.
People who hurt others bother me to my core. There is so much evil going on on the world around us and we should be able to feel safe around our family and friends. I try to make my home a safe and comforting place for all, myself included. My friends, who are going through horrible crisis in their lives, comment about how they just feel enveloped in love here. It has become their safe haven. My family knows that they are welcome here at any time and they have keys to come and go as they please. I try to make sure that my husband knows how much I love and appreciate him. He is my safe place and I am his.
Lately I feel like the metaphorical walls of our safe haven are being breached with all the ugliness that surrounds us. I need to separate myself from those in my life who would seek to hurt us. I feel the need to "reinforce the walls" so to speak of our home to keep us all cocooned and feeling very loved and valued.
I think I will just go back to building my Bubble Wrap Fort.