sometimes, a person of oppression exits our lives and we didn't realize, until they are gone, the price of their presence.one such person has exited mine and the resulting changes to my environment are substantial. it was almost a physical lifting of weight, burden, subtle criticism, shame and guilt. you know those people: they mill around with their passive-aggressiveness and narcissism, smiling all the while they are twisting knives into the backs of those who are in their circle. you can never quite put your finger on why you feel shame and embarrassment, powerlessness in their midst. and they always seem to come out smelling like a rose; their real selves successfully hiding behind good deeds, philanthropy, jesus and (sadly) true intelligence.
all I know is that it is over. that undefined funk. that weight. it is lifted. and the lift is really, really good.
