Torch Those Ties!

Hey there, fire-starters! It’s Meghann, unleashing some raw heat on this Monday night, August 18, 2025. Let’s cut to the chase—do you want to know why you’re sad? Hell yes, you should! It’s because you’re shackled to people who’ve been hot and cold with you for way too damn long. You’re pouring your soul into folks who only show up when it suits them, tossing you crumbs when it’s convenient. You’re too damn caring to people who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about you, and you’re handing attention to those who take you for granted, shoving you to the back burner because they’re smugly certain you’ll never walk away. Well, guess what? It’s time to light a match to that bullshit! Do me a favor—accept these people for the self-absorbed messes they are, and leave them where they belong: in the damn dust!

I’ve lived this fire, and it burns me up to see it in others. Running my home health care agency and raising my four fierce kids solo, I’ve battled the ghosts of relationships—family, friends, you name it—who’ve played this game. They drift in when it’s easy, expecting my care like it’s owed, then vanish when I need them. I’ve been the one they lean on, the one they assume will stick around no matter how they treat me, and it’s left me raw. My faith, screams—why should I keep feeding those who starve my spirit? This isn’t love; it’s a leash, and I’m done being collared!

The psychology’s clear: this is a cycle of codependency, where my empathy—my strength—gets exploited by those who thrive on taking. Studies call it “emotional unavailability”—they keep you hooked with sporadic attention, knowing your caring nature will cling. But I’m raging against that now. I’m done being the doormat, the one who stays while they flit off. My kids deserve a mom who models self-respect, not self-sacrifice. So, I’m torching those ties—accepting these people for their cold, selfish cores and kicking them to the curb where they belong.

If you’re fed up with being used, scream it out! 

Thanks for fueling this fire with me. More sparks to come.

With fire and resolve,

Meghann

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