Debbie still remembers the day her parents forgot to pick her up from school. She was in a new town, a new school, and she hardly knew anyone. That day, she waited in the spot her parents told her to, but they never came. So she walked home, and when she arrived they told her they had forgotten to set their clocks properly. No apology, no comfort, just a perfunctory congratulation on making it back all by herself. Debbie was hurt. But she was also angry. They didn’t seem to care. And Debbie recalls that incident as the beginning of a lifetime vow of independence. From then on, she wanted to prove to her parents, and everyone else, that she could handle things on her own.
Debbie became fiercely independent, a trait that was driven by anger. She explains, “Anger took over my life. I didn’t care about anybody and wouldn’t let people get close to me.” Debbie didn’t have a relationship with God either. “I didn’t want to answer to anybody, not even to God, because I was going to live my life the way I wanted to.” [Read more…]