I’m in counseling. Have I mentioned that, Internet? I am. But as my best friend would say, I would go to counseling even if I didn’t need to just because it’s so incredibly interesting.

But yeah. Hard stuff with hard stuff. But as our pastor says, “Hard doesn’t mean impossible. It just means hard.”

Anywho, I learned the most fascinating (to me) thing the other week. So. In all families there are roles that have to be played: nurturer, provider, person with problems, person with solutions, helper, one who needs help, etc. And it’s as if those roles are written on pieces of paper and each are placed on a chair. In a functional family everyone plays musical chairs. One day someone is the nurturer. The next day they have a crappy day and they need nurturing. One day someone causes problems. The next day they help someone solve their problems, etc.

In a dysfunctional family it’s as if there’s a nail on each person’s ass and they sit down on one role and no matter what else happens to them, they still have that role stuck to them. So even if they need nurturing, they still nurture. If someone else acts out, they still play the “black sheep” role, etc.

Whoa. That explains a lot. Normal people just get to be normal people going through the crappy and happy parts of life. Not as a certain type. Just as them.

Nice.