The people who affected me the most did it in such way that I am grateful they are no longer part of my life. Can’t thank myself enough for cutting any ties with them.
Why would I thank them? They ruined my life
Occasionally I’ll tell my wife thanks for marrying me. I’m a very gratitude-heavy sort of person. If I’m grateful, they’ll know it.
Unless they have a matching personality, showing a lot of gratitude can easily turn unattractive to most people, because it often comes from a position of insecurity… Have a sense of measure even for gratitude is what I’m saying (but this is very much like a patient advising the doctor, because I’m very gratitude-heavy myself).
Wait wait wait, hold on a second, are you explaining to me, how to interact with my own wife? The one I’ve been married to for ten years?
Ah, no, just giving a glimpse of my own very subjective perspective, based on a relationship where the language of gratitude was decidedly a one-sided affair: neither appreciated nor reciprocated by the other.
I obviously don’t know your situation, knew even less before you mentioned ten years, and know less still about the situation of other people reading this conversation, so this was a general comment. We can sometimes miss the fact that other people have completely different interpretations of things that seem almost axiomatic to us.
Sounds like you’re not married to a psychopath. Congratulations!
Those who affect me most never affect me in a good way and don’t deserve any thanks.
Why would I thank my abusers?
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I saw this one coming before I clicked on the post.
I thank him every day
My ex wife subjected me to over a decade of emotional, verbal, physical, and sexual abuse. I spent our entire marriage feeling trapped, that I had to hold it together “for the sake of the kids,” and that I had no alternatives. Eventually I imploded, ended up institutionalized, and she used the situation to convince every one of her friends and mine that she was the victim.
If I had the chance today, I’d thank her with several applications of a crowbar to her temple.
Every day, in my prayers.
Mr. Rogers died 23 years ago, unfortunately.
A few years ago I gushed in a DM to a dj/YouTuber who is the foundation of my music taste. I watched a ton of his hip-hop sample breakdowns when I was a kid
I thank my husband dozens of times per day, and vice versa
I never ask questions like this until I am satisfied with my own answer.
