Choices

Hubby and I were talking the other night about his brothers. While I will not divulge which brothers or what the conversation was about, I will say that the conversation was about choices. We make choices every day. Some times we make really good ones, even great. But some times we make really bad, stinky ones. I believe that those choices affect us not just for the rest of our lives, but also in every aspect of our lives.

We all have issues. But it seems that their's have just bled over into every part of their day. Poor choices have led them to near poverty at times, angry feelings, no communication, and stressful lives. I want to shake them sometimes. Tell them to fix the problem, not dig a deeper hole. But I have serious control issues. Had really, but still holding on in alot of areas. And then I remember that when I point the finger of blame, I have three more fingers pointing back at me. Great, now I have to reflect.

Poor choices have also led me to near poverty at times, no communication, and stressful lives. I don't know how any of us survive when we first go out on our own. When we think that we know everything there is to know about life. I was scared crapless the first time I moved out of the house. I didn't know if I could do it or not. If I crashed and burned could I still go home?

My mom was always really good about letting my sister come home. She even let me come home. I just knew that when I turned 18, I would come home and my stuff would be in the front yard, on fire. It wasn't thankfully. My sister even brought her roommate one time. Yeah, a house with four women is completely fun.

Poor choices led hubby and I into a really bad car loan. That thing tried to kill us. We made outrageous payments on a vehicle we bought from a dealership that turned out to have a really shady reputation. We didn't know that at the time. They pretty much kept hubby hostage until he signed. We did really need a car badly. And we ended up trading it in when we were barely upside down in it and had some money to put down. It was nice to get rid of it.

Poor choices has led us back into the credit trap. We had been through the wringer once, and here we are again. When you have three kids and little or no money coming in, you do what you have to to put food on the table and clothes on their backs. We did just try to clear up some of that, so we are feeling a little proud of ourselves.

And all those poor choices lead us to stressful lives. And we are still living a stressful life. We know we can only take one step at a time. We keep the lines of communication open now. If we are stressed or snippy or feeling not right, we talk about it. We still make poor choices, but I feel like we are starting to make more and more right ones. Hopefully, we'll keep getting better at it.