Tired of Being a Punching Bag

Hope came home from school scowling yesterday. I took her book bag to see how her day had gone, and was sidetracked by the stuff in it that wasn’t hers. Most of it was meaningless stuff- hand lotion, Ben-gay, a barrette. Then I saw GB’s charm bracelet from my DIL. It is important to GB and Hope knows that. Maybe Hope figured the best defense was a good offense. Whatever her reasoning, she went from arms crossed to physical in a tenth of a second. She did her best to beat the crap out of me and called me curse words I didn’t know she knew. I restrained her. Twice she seemed to calm down. Both times, as soon as I let go of her hands, she was at it again. After the second time, I told her I would not give her another chance until The Dad was home. When he came home, he took over the restraint. It took him 45 minutes before she was in control.


We still do not have the results back from the Holter monitor, so we still can’t put her on medication. I am still struggling with viral pneumonia and I didn’t want to get up this morning.

4 thoughts on “Tired of Being a Punching Bag

  1. Oh sweet lady. Spending time in prayer just for you today that your hurting heart would be ministered to by the same loving God who put Hope in your home. Don't know how you could give more, love more, be more. As with my guys, I just keep thinking of where they would be if we hadn't obeyed God's call on our lives 4 years ago. Some days that's all we hold on to. Listen to what your body and mind needs today while the girls are at school and catch a few snuggles with that adorable little grandson.

  2. Oh Hon, I'm sorry. In those moments, it is so hard to hold on to hope. (No pun intended, but I'm sure that's true, too.) May the God of Peace flood you with encouragement today and renew your strength and joy. I'm praying for you.

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