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A family member, who is concerned about a relative of ours because they've been making the same bad choices for 15 years, kept going on and on about this relative during a phone call. I've been hearing about this person and their foolishness for 15 years. And guess what? That's right, I didn't want to hear that mess. So I told them to stop. Adults know right from wrong. If the person wants to change, they will. And when they do, I will support them. In the meantime, I can't worry about the relative. I have to take care of my issues. And I've learned worrying doesn't do any good. It doesn't change things. It just makes you look like how the woman must feel in the photo. I was accused of being too tough because I wasn't worrying about the person and didn't want to hear about their drama. Am I concerned? Yes. Worried? I can't live that life.
And so we switched the conversation to another subject. I don't think depriving myself of peace of mind to hear nearly 2-decade old foolishness means I'm "too tough." It just means I care about myself and I'm taking care of myself. Stand up for yourself ladies and tune out the mess.