Hello My Steemain Friends ,

How are you. I hope you people of steemian are good and enjoy your life . Well I am well. May God bless you all. Today I am writing about an interesting topic is "Pain and Anger" So, in this post I am going to share my point of view about this topic. I am going to share with you.

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It is truly agonizing when pain and anger coexist in one's life. That is precisely the state I find myself in right now; I am currently grappling with both suffering and rage. When someone betrays you or humiliates you—and the most painful part of all is not even knowing what you did wrong or where your fault lies—the intensity of that suffering escalates immensely. It feels unbearable to be punished for a mistake you never even committed.

No matter how much you do for my sister-in-law and my husband's elder sister, you can never truly make them happy. They simply aren't built that way; these people are mere embodiments of lies, deceit, betrayal, and fabricated stories. I have spent twenty-one years enduring them. Yet, as the saying goes, "It's family"—you can't simply walk away; after all, what would society say?

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It is precisely because of society's judgment that people often end up doing things they otherwise wouldn't. Today, when I reflect on the past and recall all the things these people have done to me, I wonder: How did I manage to endure it all? Why didn't I stand up to them and teach them a lesson? They took immense advantage of my emotional nature because I am not—and never have been—hard-hearted. If someone speaks to me with even a little kindness, I tend to forgive their transgressions; perhaps that is my greatest flaw.

In my desperate attempt to keep everyone happy, my own family and I are the ones suffering the most today. I kept telling myself, "It's family; surely, with time, our relationships will heal, and eventually, they will recognize my goodness." But no—never. Once again, I was proven wrong. This time, these relationships have inflicted a wound so deep that I feel utterly shattered. Yet, my husband and my children stand by me as my unwavering support system—especially my children.

My children tell me quite plainly: "Mom, when a part of the body becomes gangrenous—when it rots beyond any hope of cure—it must be amputated and discarded. These relationships are just like that; they have rotted away, they have become crippled. How long will you keep offering them crutches? Just let them go." Because things can never truly be right—despite having grown children—I am still expected to keep my in-laws happy. The painful part is wondering: why does no one ever spare a thought for me? Why does no one ever consider whether Vandana might take offense?

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My mind is in a turmoil of thoughts; I find myself reflecting on how I have squandered far too much of my emotional energy. But now, the time has come to put a lock on my emotions—to stop expending even an ounce of them on people who simply do not matter. Neither my time, nor my feelings.

I would like to invite my three friends @sur-riti , @sualeha , @sduttaskitchen

Thankyou 🙏

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