By Chuck Woodbury
I could never please my father. No matter what I did, it was never enough. He envisioned me a certain way, and I wasn’t that way even though I was a good person, respected by my peers. I believe he was proud of me, but he could not show it. I’ll never understand why.
He was the same way with my brother, who eventually left the family, never to return again. Many of my friends have similar stories.
Alas, I have problems today with some members of my family. They do not approve of me for one reason or another. There seems nothing I can do to gain their acceptance. As time has passed we have become more estranged. It’s a shame.
I knew a woman once, mid-60s, who had done well with her life. But when she visited her mother, in her 80s, she couldn’t drive her Mercedes there or risk criticism about how unwise she was with her money. It was the same with every aspect of her life.
Years ago I attended a lecture by a psychologist about this. She called these people our “irregular persons.” No matter what we do, no matter how hard we try, no matter how successful we become, we’re just not good enough.
How about you? Do you have an “irregular person” in your life, or did you once? Please leave a comment.