I HAVE what is known as a three strike rule when it comes to people.
And keeping them in my life.
It’s not a rule that is set in stone, but it goes a little bit like this…
Hurt me once, and I’ll forgive you.
Hurt me twice, and I’ll forgive you. But I will consider your behaviour more carefully.
Hurt me three times, and I’ll forgive you. But I will then remove myself from your life.
Sometimes the three times rule increases to four or five times, depending on how much I love or care for someone. Other times, it can decrease to just two times.
But this is mostly how I roll when it comes to life, love and people making mistakes.
Do you think it’s harsh? Some of you may do I guess.
Or do you think it’s too forgiving? I know some may move on much quicker than I do.
Either way, I have to tell you, this little ol’ rule of mine works pretty well for me.
Years ago, I found it very difficult to say goodbye to anyone. I’m a hoper, a believer, a carer, you see.
I look for the good in people, even in the worst kind of people. Even in the ones who don’t probably deserve it.
I’m loving and forgiving and want everyone to live in a state of peace and harmony. Which is lovely in many ways, but as I have learned over the years, it can also be a very painful place to willingly put and keep yourself in.
Because when you forgive people too many times, for too many awful things, life becomes chaotic, drama-filled, cruel and upsetting.