Excuses are never in short supply. Why something was not accomplished or why an incident happened often produces a fictitious response.
A thin facade drapes over eyes of the one listening to the half truths. Little white lies such as why homework wasn't done or how a favorite glass was broken is not the root of the issue.
Painful experiences and the feelings they invoke are buried under snow. Reassuring everyone one day it will be shoveled out and exposed.
What irks me is when people blame others for their bad decisions or lack of success. It would be quite easy for me be bitter towards my parents for their choices.
Did their child rearing have an effect on how I turned out? Yes.
Not so fast, after the age of eighteen I was one my own. My parents weren't around making my choices. I did dumb on my own. No help and no blame.
I hear stories on the news and in my circle of influence of people who have so called mitigating factors. Often for more serious indiscretions the parental figure is pointed at.
Someone wasn't loved enough or had horrible parents. A person didn't have the support they needed when life took a nose dive.
At times it is not the parents to blame but living in poverty or high crime areas.
These are not reasons why a person went a astray. It a mere backdrop of an environment a person lived in once upon a time.
In life there are events out of our control. A spouse wants a divorce, cancer takes over a body, the Polar Vortex.
Even when justifications are used, it barely scrapes the surface. I can't pinpoint one true reason why things happen. It is similar to when ice is chopped, it splinters off into jagged separate chunks.
Nothing can absolve the fact that it takes two to tango. However each individual is charge of the decisions made.
If there is honesty within hearts and each other, excuses will dry out like soggy grass in spring. The only thing that remains is the truth.
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